The moment she regained consciousness, she thought she was still on her way to catch the subway after working overtime on a winter night - the cold wind blew across her cheeks like a knife, carrying a damp earthy smell that was completely different from the smell of disinfectant in the subway passage. She sat up abruptly, with soft but cold rotten leaves under her body, and ancient trees blocking the sky above her head. The thick branches were entangled with Wolong, and the sunlight leaking through the gaps in the leaves was as fine as gold, falling on the dew-covered grass, reflecting an unfamiliar halo.
"Where... Is this?"
