Abyss Walker

Chapter 363 Gloom City - Dawn's Light

Yun Muhan blinked, his heart pounded, and his eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light in the room.

He found himself lying on a messy bed, the sheets and blankets tangled together as if he had just been through a storm.

The room's window was half-open, and through the gap in the curtains, one could see that the sky outside was already turning a pale white, heralding the arrival of dawn.

Yun Muhan's gaze swept quickly around, trying to find any clues to explain why he was here.

The room is decorated simply yet elegantly, with several landscape paintings hanging on the wall. The ink tones are just right, adding a touch of literati atmosphere to the space.

A wooden desk leans against the wall, with several bamboo scrolls and some writing implements scattered on it, suggesting that someone is reciting poetry or studying classics here.

In one corner of the room stood a small bookshelf filled with various ancient books, from the Four Books and Five Classics to poems, songs, and military strategy books, demonstrating the erudition of the room's owner.

Yun Muhan noticed that there was a guqin next to the bookshelf, with several bamboo slips scattered around it, and the lingering sound of the guqin seemed to still echo in the air.

His gaze eventually fell on the other side of the room, where there was a half-open door, through which he could vaguely see a bathtub behind a screen.

Steam was seeping out from under the door, indicating that someone had been taking a bath inside not long ago.

A series of questions flashed through Yun Muhan's mind: How did I get here? Whose room is this? Why is my memory so blurry?

"You're awake!"

Yun Muhan was startled by the sudden sound. He turned around and saw a woman standing at the door. Her figure looked particularly gentle in the morning light.

The woman's face was beautiful and refined, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn waters, and a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, creating ripples.

She was dressed in white, holding an exquisite wooden tray with a few simple yet elegant breakfast items on it. The steaming porridge emitted an enticing aroma, and the colorful side dishes were mouthwatering.

Yun Muhan's pupils contracted slightly, and he felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to his head.

Dugu Jianling: She is the woman from the Death Purgatory.

The woman's movements were elegant and composed. She gently placed the wooden tray on the wooden table, as if performing a ritual. Every detail revealed her nobility and extraordinary nature.

The breakfast on the wooden table was still steaming, but Yun Muhan's attention was completely drawn to the woman.

She turned and approached Yun Muhan, carrying a faint floral fragrance that was both familiar and unfamiliar, making his heart beat faster.

Her delicate hand gently brushed across his cheek; her fingertips were icy cold, yet carried a strange tenderness.

Her voice whispered in his ear, a private voice that only he could hear, carrying a hint of mockery, a hint of warning, and a hint of indescribable emotion.

"What happened last night is enough to make you die a thousand times over."

These words were like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the fog in Yun Muhan's mind.

His memory began to clear, and the scenes from last night came flooding back like a tide.

Yun Muhan looked up and stared directly into the woman's eyes, eyes that held unfathomable wisdom and power. His voice was deep: "I don't know what happened last night, but... if the fairy can help me recall it, I will remember it forever."

The woman smiled slightly, a smile that conveyed satisfaction and appreciation.

She took a step back and sat gracefully on the wooden chair by the bed, gazing intently at Yun Muhan as if waiting for his next words.

The atmosphere in the room became subtle and tense at this moment, and the conversation between the two just now was not only a verbal exchange, but also a battle of wits.

The two of them just stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Yun Muhan couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing, "Little fairy! Just who are you?!"

"I've never seen you in this City of Gloom before!"

The woman chuckled softly again, "You may not have seen me, but I have seen you, Yun Muhan! Yun Muhan! I never expected that you, though not very capable, would be so cunning."

"Same here, little fairy, aren't you the same? Tell me! How long have you been secretly observing me? What flaws do you see in me?"

The woman's movements were gentle yet powerful; her hands, warm as a spring breeze, gently grasped Yun Muhan's arm.

His fingertips conveyed an undeniable power, both gentle and firm, as if telling him that no matter what happened last night, the most important thing now is to recover his strength.

Yun Muhan felt the warmth of the woman's hand and his heart warmed. Following her strength, he slowly sat up from the bed.

His body was still a little stiff, but the woman's delicate hand did not let go immediately. Instead, she continued to support him until he was fully seated.

Her gaze held a hint of concern, as if to make sure he wasn't hurt, or at least not seriously.

When Yun Muhan met her gaze, a complex emotion welled up inside him.

The woman gently released his arm, turned and pointed to the breakfast on the wooden table, saying, "Why don't you eat first?"

Yun Muhan's movements appeared somewhat clumsy; his body still carried the fatigue of last night's battle, and every movement seemed cautious.

His eyes revealed agreement with the woman's words and anticipation for the upcoming breakfast.

Yun Muhan nodded rapidly and continuously, like a chick pecking at rice. This action was both somewhat comical and revealed his gratitude and trust in the woman.

His gaze fell on the wooden table again. The steam from the porridge rose slowly in the morning air, forming wisps of warm mist. The aroma of the porridge mingled with the fresh scents of the side dishes, stimulating his senses and making his stomach begin to send out even stronger hunger signals.

The woman noticed Yun Muhan's actions, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She reached out and firmly supported his shoulder; her hand was warm and strong, giving him the necessary support.

Her arms gently encircled his back, making sure he wouldn't lose his balance from the sudden standing.

Yun Muhan felt the strength in the woman's hands, which reassured him. His body gradually adapted to the standing posture. Although he was still a little shaky, he quickly regained his balance with the woman's help.

Yun Muhan took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and then slowly took the first step towards the wooden table.

The woman didn't let go of his shoulder, but carefully followed his steps, ready to offer help at any moment. Her movements were full of patience and care, as if she were taking care of an injured little animal, making sure he wouldn't get hurt.

Although Yun Muhan's steps were slow, he moved towards the wooden table with determination. His gaze was fixed on the food, as if the steaming porridge and side dishes were a magic pill that could dispel all fatigue.

His eyes shone with anticipation, a longing for simple happiness and a premonition of the warmth and contentment to come.

On the wooden table, the porridge in the white porcelain bowl gleamed with a faint golden luster, with a few plump grains of rice floating on the surface. They trembled slightly under the heat, emitting an enticing aroma.

The side dishes on the side were colorful, including bright green vegetables, finely shredded carrots, and a few slices of pickled cucumber. They were carefully arranged like works of art, pleasing to the eye.

The woman stood quietly to the side, her gaze gentle and profound, like a tranquil lake reflecting the turmoil in Yun Muhan's heart.

She didn't speak, but gave Yun Muhan strength through her gaze and presence. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming an almost imperceptible smile, a resonance with his impending satisfaction.

As Yun Muhan approached, the woman gently released her grip on his hand, took a step back, and gave him enough space to enjoy his breakfast.

Her movements were natural and elegant, without any abruptness, like a silent dance, every movement full of harmony and beauty.