Chen Xiaoyi regained consciousness to find herself lying in a bed.
She panicked and desperately tried to struggle, but she had no strength in her body. The slight movement made her feel pain, so she stilled herself.
Her eyes fluttered open but could not make out the blurry objects before her, only sensing a very bright light.
"You're awake!" came a very magnetic voice.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but she couldn't immediately recall whom it belonged to.
Chen Xiaoyi's head was spinning, and she felt nauseous, wanting to vomit.
Despite a few dry heaves, nothing came out.
Just then, a pair of warm, soft hands touched her head, gently kneading at her temples, making her feel comfortable enough to close her eyes again.
Those hands kept kneading, slowly increasing the pressure, making her discomfort gradually subside.
After a while, the kneading stopped, and a particular spot on her head suddenly felt cool, followed by a sensation of soreness and swelling.