The smell of disinfectant mixed with the musty smell of old wood penetrated her nose, and Chen Lin'er opened her eyes in chaos.
What you can see is the top of the bed, which is carved with patterns and painted with gold. The lotus-colored gauze drape is drooping, and the corners are frayed until the cotton threads are exposed. She moved her fingers, only to feel pain in the bones all over her body, her throat was as dry as smoke, and every breath she took brought a pulling sensation in her chest.
"Miss! Miss, are you awake?" A crying female voice sounded. The little girl with a bun in a bun threw herself to the bedside, her face full of tears, "Thank God, you are awake, otherwise... Otherwise, Chuntao really doesn't know what to do!"
The little girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing a coarse blue shirt, her cuffs were worn white, and her eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts. She was the original owner's personal maid Chuntao.
Chen Lin'er opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She could only look around with her eyes. This is not her apartment, let alone the courtroom of the Municipal Intermediate People's Court - a few hours ago, she was wearing a pressed lawyer's robe, standing on the plaintiff's bench, stating her defense clearly and logically, and finally won the commercial lawsuit with a target value of hundreds of millions by an absolute advantage.
When she walked out of the court, the sun was shining brightly. She raised her hand to block the light, thinking that she could finally take a vacation and visit the old house left by her grandmother. But at the moment of crossing the road, an out-of-control truck rushed over. After the violent impact, there was boundless darkness.
Why did I arrive at such an antique place as soon as I opened my eyes......
"Miss, how are you feeling? Do you want some water?" Chuntao was careful.
