林薇脑子嗡嗡的，活了大半辈子，都没过这样的戏码。重生第一天，不仅没死透，还醒在了陌生女人的床上。她眨眨眼，试图理解眼前这光怪陆离的一切——柔软的枕头，飘着淡淡栀子花香，还有眼前这个顶着一张冰山脸，却眼睛亮得能杀人的男人。“景……景先生？

景修寒挑眉，声音没什么起伏，却带着不容置疑的威压：“醒了？”

林薇 scrambled up, almost knocking over a vase. She looked around frantically. "Where... where am I?" she stammered, her heart pounding.

The room was luxurious, every detail exquisite, but it wasn't her home. It wasn't anywhere she recognized. "This isn't my house... is it?" she asked, her voice trembling.

景修寒 walked over, his tall figure silhouetted against the window. "This is my apartment. You'll be staying here until you recover."

林薇's eyes widened. "Stay here? But... how did I get here?" The last thing she remembered was the car crash, the fiery inferno, the agony...

"I saved you," he said simply, his gaze intense. "But you owe me."

林薇 didn't know what to say. She was grateful, but also confused. How could he have saved her? And what did she owe him?