Chapter 165: Qiao Biluo? Choppelo?

It was six in the morning when Ji Weixi woke up.

She turned her eyes—the room was all-white and a little dizzying.

Thick curtains blocked out sunlight which was doing all it could to enter, filling the room in warmth.

She shifted her body but only felt a great pain in her head, and a retching nausea.

She tried to sit up with much difficulty when her hand was suddenly covered by something cool.

A voice at once cold and warm cautioned her worriedly. "Don't move."

Ji Weixi pause. The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, and she had to search her mind.

Turning her head with some effort, she found a man sitting at her bedside whose upper body was bandaged heavily. His face was melancholic beneath his loose silver hair, and there was indescribable worry and cherishing in his eyes as he watched her.

He sighed softly. "You're finally awake."