Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling across Li Feng’s face. He opened his eyes, dazed, staring at the familiar chandelier on the ceiling, a sense of disorientation washing over him.
"How... how did I end up back here?" Li Feng muttered to himself.
He sat up and looked around. Everything was so familiar, so intimate. This was his own room: the old desk that had been with him for over twenty years, the chair he had once broken in a fit of temper, and the bookshelf crammed with all kinds of novels.
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