Wei Tianyang abruptly sat up from the bed, and the sheet slipped off, revealing his bare upper body and light blue long johns on the lower.
His broken right arm had not fully recovered; it resembled a model full of sharp corners, reluctantly assembled from a pile of black fragments. He tried to bend his fingers and joints and felt resistance as if gears had gotten stuck.
He rolled out of bed and walked over to the window, lifting the curtain slightly, only to see that it was already night outside, and some unknown trees were covered with snow.
How long had he been unconscious?
Wei Tianyang closed his eyes, gently massaged his forehead, and extended his telepathic senses to listen to the surrounding noises.
"How can I obtain his body.... perhaps... while he is unconscious, we should share the bed tonight..."
"I have no parents anymore... I can't go back..."
