C412 Silver Frost City
The scent of flowers wafted through the air, intoxicatingly sweet.
Jiang Xiaofan emitted a faint grunt, his brow furrowing as he gradually sat up.
Birdsong filled his ears, and the aroma of blossoms surrounded him—a beautiful tableau, yet his damaged soul caused his head to throb, leaving him little capacity to savor the splendor.
Surveying his surroundings, he found himself in a modest room