Night turned into day, space changed, and time flew by.
When Lily woke up, it was already three days later. As she looked at the black ceiling above her, she saw the simple line displays in the room and slowly rubbed her glabella. Pain, the moment she woke up other than pain there was only pain. It was as if there was no part of her body that was alright, and the pain was so great that it forced one to stay awake against their will.
"Miss, you're awake?" A voice with an American accent appeared. It was just that it was too flat, with no emotional fluctuations audible.
Lily furrowed her brows slightly when she heard and looked over. She saw a relatively handsome young man respectfully standing beside her bed, respectfully standing beside her bed as he looked at her. When he saw that she was awake, he bent his waist slightly. Seeing that, Lily couldn't help raising a brow. "Water."