Early morning.
The sunlight penetrated through the windows of the room, landing on a corner of the large bed, where Bo Yunshen's lips moved slightly as he opened his eyes.
The curtains inside the room were drawn back, and the intense light made him squint several times before adapting to the brightness streaming in.
His forehead felt somewhat painful, and Bo Yunshen reached up to pinch it, pulling at his wound. He winced sharply and froze.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, his gaze fell upon the white fabric on his wrist, and his pupils abruptly contracted as he suddenly sat up from the bed.
Before going to sleep, Bo Yunshen clearly remembered changing into a dark-colored robe!
Bo Yunshen scrutinized the white shirt he found himself wearing, which clung neatly to his body, the perfect size and styled elegantly by his favorite designer.
A dark flash crossed his eyes.