When Zhan Aixi opened her eyes in a biting chill, the first thing she smelled was the smell of damp earth, mixed with the smell of rotting leaves - which was completely different from the smell of coffee and printer ink that filled her office all year round.
She wanted to raise her hand to rub her swollen temples, but she found an excruciating pain in her right arm. When she lowered her head, she saw that the cuffs of her coarse clothes were soaked in dark red blood, and there were grass clippings and soil on the edges of the wound. It was obvious that she had been scratched by something when she lost consciousness.
"Hiss..." She gasped and forced herself to calm down. As the financial director of a leading Internet celebrity advertising company, she has long been accustomed to staying rational under high pressure - even if the scene at the moment is so weird that it goes beyond her comprehension.
