Donna felt something flowing in her mouth. A faint scent wafted at the tip of her nose, and she felt herself leaning on a big shoulder that gave her a warm and peaceful feeling.

Donna slowly opened her eyes, only to see a faint figure before her. Bruce held the fragrant soup in his hand, gently putting it into Donna's mouth with a spoon.

"Are you awake? Eat this soup. Look, I added eight medicinal herb mixtures and cooked it for a few hours before it was ready."

A familiar voice. Donna's retinas began to clear slowly, and her face turned red the next moment. The person in front of her was none other than her deskmate, Bruce Waylen. Donna was leaning on Bruce's arm while being fed soup.

"Why is your face red again? Please don't get a fever again!" Bruce frowned and touched Donna's forehead.

Donna was dumbfounded. Only at this moment did Donna notice the strange surroundings. It was dark outside, and there was the sound of heavy rain.

"Where a