Older single women, their lives are good or bad, their jobs are neither good nor bad, and their salary is just enough to support themselves. If they want to have a good time, they can take time off to go out and have fun. Such magical days changed after reading novels all night long.
It's been three days. It's been three days since I've been here. Su Lian lay on the wooden bed, turning over and over and sighing.
I would turn around and lie down from time to time, for fear of the injury pressing on my forehead.
The wound was not covered with gauze and anti-inflammatory water, but a pile of debris exuding the scent of unknown grass. There is a cloth wrapped around the outside.
My stomach started to twitch again, and when I opened my eyes, there were a lot of spider silk wrapped around the beams on the roof, and there was thatch above. The room was small and the window was pitifully small, but there was still some naughty sunshine coming in.
I had been feeling dizzy for the past two days and had no intention of looking at my surroundings.
This three-and-a-half-year-old girl died due to a high fever, and I don't know why I turned into her.
Although my head hurts and my limbs are weak now, if I don't eat anymore, I think I will die again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
