It was the autumn of the third year of Yongxi in the Jin Dynasty. The plum rain in Jiangnan County had just passed. The water of the Qinhuai River was still turbid yellow, and the reeds on the bank were rustling in the autumn wind.
Li Aixi woke up from the cold.
A biting chill shot up from the wet mud beneath him, his mouth and nose were filled with the fishy smell of river water, his chest felt like it was being pressed by a boulder, and every breath he took brought pain like tearing. She wanted to raise her hand to rub it, but found that her arm was as heavy as lead. What her fingertips touched was not the white hospital sheets, but rough linen cloth - with several holes and covered with mud and water plants.
"Cough... Cough..." The violent cough caused her to open her eyes suddenly. What she saw was the gray sky. Most of the leaves of the willow trees on the shore had turned yellow, hanging on the water, swaying gently with the water waves.
This is not the ancient construction site where her accident happened.
