Xingyu woke up in an unfamiliar room. She rubbed her throbbing head and looked down at her clothes, realizing they were not the pajamas she had been wearing.
Yet, she did not panic. She climbed out of bed, turned the doorknob, and saw her neighbor sitting on the sofa in the living room.
He was wearing a thin grey sweater and silver-rimmed glasses, reading a book while sipping tea. Sunlight washed over him, softening the sharp lines of his features and making him look incredibly warm.
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