I had a splitting headache, as if I had been run over by ten trucks with steel membranes.
Du Dae suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was not the yellowing energy-saving lamp in the rental house, but a dull wooden beam above his head. A half-old gray cloth tent hung on the beam, exuding a smell of vegetation ash and musty smell.
"Hiss..." She gasped and tried to push herself up, only to find that her whole body was sore and weak, and her arms were as thin as two wilted celery stalks, completely different from her own arms that were slightly stronger due to years of handling mobile phone membrane boxes. What's even weirder is that what she's wearing isn't her bear pajamas, but a straight train made of burlap, with crooked stitching that makes her skin itch.
Where is this? How about filming a costume drama? But this prop is too shabby, and there is not even a field attendant.
