Bab 883: Collector’s Pocket Watch

White ceiling with a few cracks here and there, white walls with somewhat poorly done plaster, a small bedside table with a lamp and a cell phone on it, a wooden desk in the corner and a clothes closet attached to the wall opposite the bed.

Bai Zemin looked at his surroundings and a flash of confusion shone in his eyes momentarily. He slowly sat up, making the bed creak softly in the process.

He was so dazed that he didn't even notice that the door to the room had been opened by someone.

"Even though this is my room... somehow I feel like something isn't right..." He muttered as he scratched his head, his hair in a mess.

"What is it that you're mumbling about so early in the morning?"

Bai Zemin jumped slightly in surprise and raised his head towards the source of the sound.

At the door of his room, an incredibly beautiful girl with ink-black hair and red eyes was looking at him with a playful smile on her youthful face.