"水……"喉咙干得像要冒烟，意识在一片混沌中挣扎。我试着抬手，却像是灌了铅似的沉重，怎么也抬不起来。"醒了？"

一个清亮的女声在耳边响起。我猛地睁开眼，刺目的光线让我瞬间眯起。视线模糊，只能看到一片雪白，像是被水汽蒸腾过的棉花糖。

"别动。"一个温柔的女声顺着我的胳膊传来，指尖轻轻搭在我的手腕上，一丝凉意顺着皮肤渗入体内，让我混沌的意识稍微清醒了点。

"水……"我喉咙滚动，声音嘶哑得厉害。

"嘘，别急。"一个女性的身影欺身靠近，带着一身淡雅的香气，我闻了闻，像是夜来香混合着什么奇花。

"这是哪里？我……"

"嘘，别说话，喝了这碗汤。"一只纤细的手端着一碗温热的液体递到我嘴边，我张开嘴，forcing myself to swallow it. The liquid was like a sweet soup, with a hint of ginger and some unknown herbs. It was warm and soothing, instantly making my throat feel better.

After a few sips, my strength returned gradually. I finally got a clear view of the room. It was a well-decorated room with rotating bed canopy and silk curtains. The walls were decorated with intricate patterns and the windows faced east, overlooking a lush courtyard.

"Li Qingyun, are you awake?" A familiar voice called out. Before I could answer, a young woman wearing a green silk dress walked in. She had a gentle face and a gentle manner. She was my wife, Yang Xiang.