Hot and dry, like a dull knife stirring in the brain.
Shen Qingtang was awakened by a noisy banging on the door. She subconsciously wanted to touch the dagger under the pillow, but what her fingertips touched was an excessively soft velvet quilt.
There was no murderous aura as expected, only the smell of cheap powder and the unique smell of burning electronic equipment in the air.
She opened her eyes and saw a dazzling ring-shaped fill light, surrounded by three or four mobile phone holders. The black camera looked like some kind of weird one-eyed beast, staring at the messy big bed.
This is not her practice room.
There was a sharp pain in my mind, and unfamiliar memories came flooding back.
Shen Qingtang, the heir to the Shen family's Baguazhang, has a great reputation as an intangible cultural heritage, but in fact, he is an embroidered pillow that cannot even stand on his horse's feet.
