In the golden age, there were many hotels in every city of mankind. Most of these places for travelers were decorated with a high-end atmosphere, comfortable and neatly arranged, with good service.

In this era of wasteland, things like hotels still existed.

There was a hotel in a corner of the Spring City that provided shelter for visitors.

The long, dim hallway was flanked by a wooden door. Residents carrying debris must even walk sideways so as not to collide with neighbors who come across them.

At the entrance was a long table and a big man staggered his feet behind the table.

The curtains of the door were lifted, and a woman walked in from outside the door. She threw a green first-order magic crystal on the table, “Book a room.”

Without picking up the crystal, the man didn’t lift his head. He drew a key and slapped it on the table, “Three days for a crystal, the ninth room on the right.”

With one lowest-order crystal, one could live for three days. It was not expensive. They just provided a room and a bed.

At the same time, as long as one had a magical crystal, they didn’t care who came in.

The woman who had the man in her arms reached for the key, and turned away without a word.

The fat man raised his head from behind the table and glanced at the woman’s back.

She was ordinary and didn’t deserve special attention.

In her arms was a man who was tightly wrapped in a blanket from his head and face. From the man’s bare legs, it could be seen he was a young man.It was not unusual for a man carrying a woman to book a room or a woman carrying a man to book a room.

He no longer looked at her, and drew his gaze back.

Chu Qianxun pushed the door open.

The room was very small, with dirty floors and walls, and suspicious traces of black and brown.

A small iron frame bed placed against the wall on the right, occupied most of the room, and a small table was placed on the left. The remaining space was just enough for one person to walk.

In the corner near the door, a hand-washing sink that could be drained was directly installed against the wall. It was convenient for washing. Of course, there was no such luxury as a faucet. They needed to get the water.

On the wall against which the table leaned, was a small window. It was open. Rays of sunlight along the mottled glass fell on the not-so-clean bed. There were countless small details in the sunlight. Dust, floating up and down in the air contentedly.

Only ordinary wooden boards separated these dense rooms, and the sound insulation was very poor. One could clearly hear the sounds of the residents next door.

Chu Qianxun put Ye Peitian down, and the bed creaked.

The man was silent, with no sound, no movement, and no resistance.

Chu Qianxun knew that he was awake. He was facing the wall. His messy forehead was splayed, and his eyes with no focus were always open. They were slack and cold, with a kind of bored feeling.

It seemed that no matter where he was taken, or how others treated him, it didn’t matter.

Chu Qianxun went to the desk to pick up a bucket, got a large bucket of water, and sat down beside the bed.She took out a fairly clean towel from her backpack, wringed it, reached out to remove Ye Peitian’s messy hair, and wipe his blood-covered face.

The blood clots had dried up and condensed on the skin. Chu Qianxun tried to be as careful as possible. The maroon blood clots peeled off, and the wet towel cleaned his eyebrows bit by bit.

The long lashes were soaked in water, and the eyes were amber-clear under the reflection of the light.

The eyelids went down a little, with unscathed eyes giving off a decadent and mournful beauty.

Chu Qianxun’s heart suddenly became sour. This face was very familiar to her. In that long dream, she saw herself and him in the other world getting along.

At that time, this face was always smiling and was cute.

Compared to Chu Qianxun’s memory, the face in front of her was too thin. The sharp jawline and the high nose bridge made him look fierce like a knife ready to attack at any time.

His skin was very white, with thick dark circles under his eyes.

How many nights had he not slept that even his recovery ability couldn’t keep up with the dissipation of melanin under his eyes?

How could he become like this? In that other world he lived so contentedly.

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