An unknown amount of time had passed. Yun Anan slowly pried open her heavy eyelids. Her head was still swimming in a groggy haze as she stared, unblinking, at the unfamiliar surroundings for several long seconds. “Where… where am I?” she murmured. Her eyes swept across the space—it looked like a long-abandoned warehouse, vast and desolate. Huo Siqing, still unconscious, was propped up against her.