Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by greenapple and anks

When An Chuxia opens her eyes, she realizes she isn’t in a cabin filled with seats, but a luxurious room .

She attempts to turn over and sit up, but realizes she currently has no strength . Maybe it’s because she slept for so long?

The bed is large enough to accommodate five to six people, easily . The room is decorated in golden yellow hues . She doubts that the room is made of gold . Gold… . .

When she thinks of the word, blood rushes through her . After counting to three, she gets out of the bed and jumps to the floor .

The whole floor is covered with a soft, thick, golden carpet, that even being barefooted, there’s no discomfort .

She takes a few steps and looks to her left and right . It is filled with an over sized TV, over sized bed, over sized crystal chandelier… and over sized curtains!

The crystal chandelier is on the dimmer switch, so she turns it up to full brightness . Then, she pulls the curtains open, and her eyes are filled with surprise .

Her eyes feast over the flickering lights . Large and small streets are bustling with people . She’s what, at least twenty floors up high? Thank goodness, she isn’t afraid of heights!

“Young mistress, are you awake?” The door opens wide

wide enough for An Chuxia to see steward Han standing by the door .

As it turns out… .

She realizes she is surrounded by clouds . She leaves the bedroom, and realizes the room looks bigger: the chandelier, the TV, the floor-to-ceiling windows… .

“Floor-to-ceiling windows?” Her mouth drops to the ground, and steward Han’s face breaks into a smile . An Chuxia dares stretching out her hand, carefully touching the gla.s.s . The architect who constructed the building forgot to build a wall here… .

If that wasn’t enough to surprise her, she realizes the ground she’s standing on started moving . Her feet shuffles, little by little, but she is scared still . Then, she can

she can see below her sidewalks and roads .

She was about to scream when steward Han walks up to her with a remote control and says, “Xiaonainai, you can control this . Don’t be afraid . The transparent gla.s.s you’re standing on isn’t ordinary . Even if you jump, it won’t break . ”

It turns out she’s not floating, but standing on gla.s.s ==!

Despite steward Han’s rea.s.surance, she doesn’t dare stand on the gla.s.s for long . She returns to the “normal” spot in the room and sits down on the sofa . She turns on the TV .

“Young mistress, are you hungry?” It is 10:00 PM east coast time . An Chuxia slept for so long, she has regained

she has regained her energy .

An Chuxia swings her hand . “I’m not hungry, steward Han . You can continue what you were doing while I watch some TV… Hey, are all the channels in English? By the way, what does this mean? It reads… ser… ser… . ”

Steward Han laughs and says nothing for a long time . Then he says, “Xiaonainai, we are in the United States . Of course, the channels are all in English . ”

An Chuxia mentally curses herself, and is about to turn off the TV, when she accidentally turns on the subt.i.tles . She still can’t understand it, but she recognizes the people on TV .

It is Han Qilu and…