The last thing Duan Qiandae remembered was the "Game Over" pop-up window that exploded on the computer screen, and the spilled glass of iced Americano at hand. When the brown liquid overflowed the keyboard, she was still mumbling, "This crappy clerk job might as well be typing a copy." The next second, the dazzling white light swallowed up the entire rental house.
When he opened his eyes again, the tip of his nose hit him with a cold scent of ambergris, mixed with a faint smell that could not be told whether it was sandalwood or herbs. She sat up suddenly, but the back of her head hit something cold and hard, causing her to hiss in pain.
"Girl, are you awake?" A timid voice sounded next to her.
Duan Gan turned his head and saw a little girl with a bun and a gray cloth skirt. She was about thirteen or fourteen years old. Her face was round, but her eyes were frightened, like a frightened deer. This outfit... Cosplay? Or which crew's set is too realistic? She looked down at herself. She was wearing a half-worn light green palace dress. The material was so rough that it rubbed her skin. There were dark brown stains on the cuffs, which looked like dried blood.
"Where is this?" Her throat was dry and tight, and her voice was too hoarse to be her own.
