C2579 It Was Not Good to be in the Open in the Middle of the Day

When Lo Chuan woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

Warm sunlight streamed through the window, casting tangible shapes as countless specks of dust danced around like fireflies. A black and white bird perched on the windowsill, peering curiously inside.

Lo Chuan cracked open his eyes for a moment before closing them again. He reached out, feeling for something beside him