A soft, rustling sound, like a swarm of buzzing mosquitoes, slowly woke Chen Yu.
He groggily opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight that pierced through a gap in the curtains.
'I seem to be in a bed.'
Chen Yu immediately reached out, feeling the other side of the bed.
It was empty.
'Thank goodness,' Chen Yu thought, sighing in relief.
Lifting his head slightly, Chen Yu finally identified the source of the sound.
It was the TV.
He didn't know how he'd gotten back last night, and the TV had been left on the whole time.
The television seemed to be playing a news broadcast.
Even the host was wearing a blue and black jersey, declaring his identity as an Inter fan while speaking passionately about something.
It was in Italian, which Chen Yu couldn't understand at all.
But he could look at the pictures.
