Lin Jinxi struggled to open his eyes, and saw the yellowed gauze roof. There was a faint smell lingering on the tip of his nose, which could not be clearly defined as the smell of medicine or old wood.
This was not her rental house, nor was it the dazzlingly bright computer screen before she died suddenly while working overtime.
"Water..." Her throat was so dry and hoarse that it felt like it had been worn by sandpaper, and she struggled to spit out a word.
"The girl is awake!" A surprised female voice sounded. Then, the gauze curtain was gently opened, and the face of a little maid about thirteen or fourteen years old with a double bun peeked in, her eyebrows and eyes were full of true joy, "Great, the girl is finally awake! I'll go tell my wife now!"
Girl? Mrs?
Lin Jinxi's mind was in chaos, and countless fragments of memories that did not belong to her came flooding in——
