顾玲珑眯着眼，看着眼前熟悉又陌生的房间顶棚。 reused restring entitiy "pale pink familiarity lingered gubernatorial" - emulsion depot receipts, vintage poster artistry. She squeezed her eyes shut, then flung them open again. Bright sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, making her squint. Dust motes danced in the light like tiny fairies.

"Recover?" A young woman with tear-streaked eyes rushed over, flinging her arms around her. "Oh,玲珑玲珑，你终于醒了！吓死娘了！" The voice was shrill, but the concern was real.

顾玲珑想说她不是玲珑，但喉咙干涩得像撒哈拉沙漠。她张了张嘴，却只发出一声嘶哑的咳嗽。 "水……" She croaked out.

The young woman, who must be Chen Jia, dashed out of the room.顾玲珑 watched her, her mind whirring. She was back? Really back? The pain in her head was a dull throb, reminding her she wasn't hallucinating.

Water flowed into her hands, cool and life-giving. She drank greedily until her throat burned. Chen Jia sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide with worry. "How are you feeling,玲珑玲珑? Head hurts much?"