The water of the Qiantang River carries the setting sun and the gold, and with the sound of lapping the embankment, the big goose suddenly opens its eyes.
The dull pain in the back of his head has not dissipated, but the blue-gray tile eaves are in his eyes. He struggled to sit up, but his wrists were strangled by rough hemp ropes that hurt him - how could this be the custom-made gaming chair in the live broadcast room? The hard wooden board beneath him made his bones hurt, and a damp musty smell lingered at the tip of his nose, mixed with the vague smell of blood.
"Are you awake?" A hoarse voice sounded above his head.
