It felt like there were countless needles piercing the seams of his bones, or like someone had poured a bucket of ice water from head to toe. It was so cold that the teeth of the hundred-mile goose were chattering, but his consciousness was slowly returning to the bone in the bone-chilling chill.
She remembered that she was clearly working overtime at the company until late at night, checking the quarterly financial report of cross-border purchasing in front of the computer screen. An account involving seven digits was not reconciled, and the supplier's payment record and the system flow were completely different by 180,000. She stared at the string of red numbers, her temples pounding, and she picked up the cold coffee on the table and took a big sip - then, the sky was spinning in darkness, and the voice of her colleagues calling her "Director 100" seemed to be in her ears, and after that, there was this endless pain and cold.
"Water..." She wanted to speak, but her throat felt like it had been sandpapered, and she could only make a hoarse sound.
"Are you awake?" An old female voice sounded in the ear, with a bit of hoarse surprise, "Young girl is finally awake! God bless you, I finally didn't let you go like this."
Baili Daye opened his eyelids with great effort. In his blurred vision, he first saw a dark earthy color, like... Thatch? She moved her fingers, and what she touched was rough linen cloth, which was so hard that it hurt her skin.
This is not her office, let alone a hospital.
She suddenly wanted to sit up, but was pushed back by a violent dizziness. The scene in front of her gradually became clear - she was lying on an earthen kang covered with hay, covered with a linen quilt that had been patched several times, exuding a faint musty smell.
