Xi Daye woke up from the cold.
Her last memory stayed in the rental house at three in the morning, with the unfinished Taobao details page still on the computer screen. The model was smiling like a flower in a midriff-baring outfit on the beach in Sanya, while she was wrapped in a quilt and shivering in an air-conditioned room at 20 degrees Celsius. As a clerk and part-time retouching model for a small e-commerce company, Xi Daye's life is to jump back and forth between "this size needs to be slimmer" and "this brightness needs to be higher". His only hope is that he can get an extra 500 yuan next month so that he can buy a new mouse - now the left button of this mouse has started to double-click.
But right now, a biting chill was spreading up from the hard board beneath him, carrying a damp, musty smell. She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was not the familiar ceiling, but the gray thatch roof, with a few withered yellow thatch hanging down, dangling at the tip of her nose.
"Hiss..." Xi Daye took a breath and struggled to sit up, but found that his whole body was sore and weak, his arms were as thin as a reed stick, and there was a rough hemp rope tied around his wrist. She lowered her head and looked at herself. She was wearing a gray burlap gown. The material was so hard that it hurt her skin. On her feet were a pair of broken straw sandals that couldn't even cover her toes.
Where are these her pajamas with a bear pattern on them?
