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In that dimly lit room, Chen Yi struggled to stand up from the bed, relying on the faint moonlight. His movements were extremely slow and cautious, as if any rough movement would cause intense pain in his body. Every turn and bend was accompanied by protests from his ribs and muscles, making each breath particularly difficult.
Chen Yi's hands fumbled in the darkness, fingertips lightly grazing every inch of the wall, feeling its temperature and texture. In this pitch-black space, every small sensation seemed especially clear. His fingers slid along the cold, hard surface of the wall, sensing a slightly raised switch. His heart couldn't help but quicken, a feeling of hope surging within him.
Chen Yi Carefully pressed the switch, a clear "click" sounded, unusually loud in the quiet night. The room's light began to flicker unsteadily, as if struggling to survive in the darkness. The initial flickers emitted a weak and old-fashioned orange light, as if it were resisting the oppression of the darkness, trying to shine brighter.
Chen Yi Held my breath, staring at the trembling light source. As time passed, the light gradually stabilized, and the orange light finally overcame the darkness, gradually brightening. It illuminated the entire room, bright and warm, as if lighting a beacon of hope in this dark night.
Chen Yi took a deep breath, feeling the comfort and tranquility brought by the orange light. The warm glow dispelled the shadows in the room and to some extent eased his inner unease and anxiety. He felt a deep sense of relief from within, which made him slightly relax his tense nerves.
Under the warm light, Chen Yi carefully scanned every corner of the room, observing this unfamiliar space where he woke up for the first time. Although the room was not large, its simplicity and practicality gave a sense of comfort and stability. The four to five square meter space was cleverly utilized, without any sense of crowding.
A wooden cabinet stands in the corner of the room, its surface bearing the marks of time. The wear and tear visible in the details not only speak of the passage of years, but also carry a subtle warmth of home and the sediment of memories. The wooden table, even more rustic, seems to narrate stories through every grain on its surface, silently witnessing countless moments of daily life.
Chen Yi shifts their gaze to the wallpaper on the wall. The marks of time are particularly evident here, with some areas of the wallpaper beginning to bubble and others fading from prolonged exposure. Each flaw seems to quietly recount the years gone by, capturing the past moments on this simple wall.
All of this comes together to create a space filled with stories and warmth. The room's simple and cozy atmosphere forms a sharp contrast with the busy and noisy world outside. Here, Chen Yi seems to be able to temporarily forget all the worries and fears of the outside world, immersing in this quiet and comfortable space.
Chen Yi carefully walks towards the simple wooden table in the room. On the table are several cheap novels that seem to have been read countless times. The book covers appear worn from prolonged use, but from the twisted spines and yellowed pages, one can sense the joy these books have brought to people through reading.
Chen Yi's gaze turned to the old wooden cabinet, and he curiously pulled open one of the drawers. As the cabinet opened, a strong musty smell and dust rushed out, causing Chen Yi to sneeze several times. It seemed that the cabinet had not been opened for a long time, as dust covered every corner of the interior.
The interior of the cabinet was very simple, with only a few seemingly fragile clothes hangers that could break at any moment. These hangers seemed to have been used countless times, each showing obvious signs of aging. Apart from these hangers, there were no other items in the cabinet, as if its owner had long abandoned this space.
Chen Yi looked at the empty cabinet and couldn't help feeling a sense of loneliness. The room, though simple, seemed like a forgotten corner in the river of time. Every speck of dust and musty smell seemed to tell an untold story, leaving Chen Yi feeling inexplicably melancholic.
Closing the cabinet, Chen Yi felt a mix of curiosity and confusion about this unfamiliar environment. However, after quietly observing every detail in the room, Chen Yi suddenly felt a rumble in his stomach. This sudden hunger made him realize that he hadn't eaten since that disastrous night, and he couldn't remember the last time he had a meal clearly.
Chen Yi sat weakly on the wooden chair in the room, his stomach's growling seemed to remind him that no matter what the situation, basic bodily needs could not be ignored. His eyes scanned the room, but apart from a few worn books and an empty wooden cabinet, he found nothing to satisfy his hunger.
Realizing the urgent need to address his hunger, Chen Yi decided to try to go downstairs to find food. He took a deep breath, mustered up courage and strength, and stood up from the chair. Despite the pain still lingering in his body, every step felt like a test of his endurance and willpower, but he knew he had to take action.
Chen Yi walked towards the door of the room, every step he took was extremely careful, to avoid losing balance due to the pain in his body. When he reached the door, he gently placed his hand on the handle, took a deep breath, prepared to open the door, and walk out of this quiet and unfamiliar room, downstairs to explore this completely unfamiliar environment for him, to find a way to solve his hunger.
As the door gently opened, a wave of unknown scent came, accompanied by faint sounds coming from downstairs.
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