Sunlight spilled across broken walls and shattered tiles, gilding Pi Yanlin's shoulders and back.
He sat up, rubbing his temples, his knuckles pressing against his swollen brow—that nap had been so deep the red impression from the back of his stone pillow had not yet faded.
Just as he was about to stretch, a speck of dark red in a gap in the stone caught the corner of his eye.
Chapter 151