Li Aixi was woken up by the biting cold.
It's not the coldness of having the air conditioner turned on too low, but the kind of dampness with the earthy smell that seeps into the seams of the bones, wrapped in rough linen, like countless fine needles pricking the skin. She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was not the 30,000 yuan ergonomic chair in her office, nor the solid wood desk she lay on when working overtime, but a gray sky, with sparse and yellow branches above her head, and a few strands of broken thatch hanging between the branches.
"Hiss..." She wanted to push herself up and sit up, but she found a heartbreaking pain in her right arm. When she lowered her head, she saw a large piece of skin on her elbow, which was bloody and bloody, and was stained with sand and unknown grass clippings. What made her even more panicked was that what she was wearing was not her professional suit at all - a dusty, several-patched burlap robe that reached to her knees, with a big tear in the hem, and many scratches on her exposed calves.
Where is this?
