Everything exploded and became a powder-smelling residue.

When Chu Mo woke up, his rare brain was somewhat unclear and his consciousness was vague.

He closed his eyes for a moment and recalled the last picture in his mind, the image of a huge explosion rising from the ashes of the fireworks.

"Xiaoxiao!"

Chu Mo shouted unconsciously, only to find that he had a sore throat and a dumb voice. Think about it. It's probably choked by the ash at the scene of the explosion.

It doesn't matter. What's important is that he's lying in his bedroom, familiar with low-key and luxurious decoration that should have soothed his mood.

But without...