The biting cold penetrated through the gaps in the broken kang mat, pricking Lin Wanqing like countless thin needles, causing Lin Wanqing to open her eyes suddenly.
What you see is a mottled adobe wall with finger-width cracks in the wall. The wind pours in through the cracks, bringing with it a damp musty smell. The hay spread under me was hard and mixed with an indescribable odor, and there were a few strings of shriveled red peppers hanging from the beams above my head, dangling as if they were about to fall.
This is not her apartment, nor is it the office of the supermarket where she worked overtime before her sudden death.
