When Shen Mo opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a small bed, covered with a pile of patched quilts.
Am I dead? Where is this?
Shen Mo rolled out of bed and looked at everything around him in surprise.
Low tile-roofed houses, Syrian-style decoration, shabby furniture, and pitted floors.
There is a dark water vat at the foot of the wall, and a clay pot is placed on the earth stove, and the firewood underneath is crackling.
Is this where people live?
The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. It was undeniable that he was very poor, but he had never seen such a shabby room.
Walking to the water tank, a strange face was reflected in the half-tank of water.
Shen Mo's expression changed from dull, to shocked, to tears.
Oh my god, this is so handsome.
If I had had this face earlier, I wouldn't have had to live alone for twenty years.
... If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the breakdown next time!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
