Su Ruanruan's consciousness seemed to be sinking in ice water, and the last clear memory was of the cold tiles in the tea room of the office building at three in the morning.
The project plan on the computer screen was changed to the third version. The densely packed forms made her eyes dazzled and her temples twitched. She rubbed her sore forehead and stood up, trying to get a cup of hot water to wash away her exhaustion. But as soon as she took a step, her feet suddenly became weak, and the white water dispenser in front of her eyes instantly distorted into a blurry black shadow. The next second, she felt weightless and hit her with a bone-chilling chill. When she opened her eyes again, what penetrated her nose was not the familiar smell of coffee, but the scent of moist rotten leaves, mixed with the fishy smell of vegetation.
"Hiss··…"
