On the first day of work, I made myself a cup of wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea, and planned a life of "watching clouds, raising birds, and reading newspapers" for the next thirty years.
As a result, the plan was interrupted by a sudden earthquake.
In the area I was responsible for looking after, an ancient tomb that had been dusty for hundreds of years opened on its own.
A man in ancient costume who was more handsome than a top celebrity walked out. Without saying a word, he pressed me against the tombstone and opened his mouth to bite my neck.
My mind went blank at the time, and the first thought that flashed through my mind was not "There's something wrong", but: "It's over, I had a safety incident just after I joined the company, and my performance this month will be deducted."
