Biting cold.
It was like there were countless tiny ice needles drilling into the cracks in her bones, and then stirring like crazy.
Shen Jingque's consciousness struggled to surface from the chaotic darkness. The first thing that rushed into his nose was the smell of damp earth mixed with rotten leaves. Then came another, stronger, more familiar smell.
Rusty smell.
It's the smell of blood.
She tried to move her fingers, but found that her wrists were tightly bound with rough hemp ropes, which made her skin ache. My body was hurt by something hard, probably a pebble buried in the snow.
She slowly opened her eyes.
The snowflakes in the sky were like torn cotton wool, falling silently. Everything as far as the eye could see was completely white. Not far away, there is a majestic mansion. The vermilion glazed tiles are looming in the wind and snow. Above the door, there are three gilded characters "Prince Jing's Mansion", which conveys a condescending majesty.
It turns out that this is here.
Her memory was still stuck on the previous second.
In the highest authority room of the "Sky Dome" system, as the top strategist of the 21st century, codenamed "Ghost Sparrow", she is conducting the final simulation of a global war. The flow of data surged before her eyes like a waterfall, and the seventy-two hours of uninterrupted high-intensity calculations made her heart finally overwhelmed at a certain moment.
