The chill was biting, and Shen Shuying opened her eyes with difficulty. The first thing that broke into her field of vision was the shocking cracks on the ceiling, like interlaced scars, dividing the dark roof into pieces.
Her whole body seemed to have been soaked in ice water and pricked by countless fine needles, and every inch of her skin was screaming in pain.
She moved her fingers stiffly, and the coarse quilt as thin as cicada's wings slipped off, revealing the thin clothes on her body that had been washed white, and the bruises on her wrists.
"Miss! You're awake! Thank God, miss, you're awake!"
