When Li Chen woke up again, he found himself in a world of white.
"Brother, you're awake!"
At this moment, a crisp voice, like a yellow warbler emerging from the valley, reached Li Chen's ears.
Soon, he saw a young girl in her youthful prime, wearing Hanfu, as delicate as carved jade, looking at him with concern.
"Anran?"
Seeing the visitor, Li Chen was shocked.
He looked around; it was deathly silent here, with no trace of life.
"Where is this place?"
Anran blinked her lively eyes and replied, "Inside the painting!"
"Inside the painting?"
Li Chen suddenly recalled the Maiden Painting and came to his senses.
He had already realized that the painting was unusual.
He never expected that it contained an entire world within it.
However, this was a lifeless world of death.
"Brother, you're injured!"
As Li Chen fell into thought, Anran's concerned voice rang in his ears again.
Li Chen gave a bitter smile, not wanting to worry Anran, and quickly changed the subject.
