My head hurts, like someone drove a hammer into it.
Xu Huanyan opened her eyes and saw a moldy ceiling. The large black mold spots were connected together and looked like a map. He sniffed, the air was so humid that water could be squeezed out, and there was a strange smell, like a stale rag that hadn't been washed for three days.
"Where am I?"
He remembered that he was studying in the library and preparing for tomorrow's final exam. Why did he come here when he opened his eyes? This place looked like a utility room, with broken bicycle tires piled in the corner, a few bulging snakeskin bags, and a broom with a bald head leaning on the side.
My mind suddenly felt like there was an electric shock, and a bunch of pictures flooded into my mind.
