wake

It was a quiet and tidy room, with not-too-bright light pouring in through the half-open bamboo window, preventing the room from being too dim.
Andrew Yun lay quietly on the soft bed, his body covered with mildly smelling wound medicine. He had maintained this posture for three days, which meant he had been unconscious for three whole days.
A burst of ice spirits floated in front of the bed, and then gradually a figure of a woman in a snow-white dress appeared. She raised her icy palm and...