When he opened his eyes again, Shen Jinghong thought he had gone to hell.
Hell turns out to be so white. It's so white that it's dazzling, so white that it's impersonal.
There is a strange, glowing white strip above the head, and an overly soft "bed" beneath the body. There is a strange smell in the air, which is like medicine but not like it. There was a machine beeping in my ears, and the rhythm was so steady that it was annoying.
She wanted to move, but found that her body was as heavy as lead. This isn't right, her body shouldn't be like this. Too thin, too weak, his bones are creaking.
Turning his head with difficulty, he saw a small mirror on the cabinet next to the bed.
There was an unfamiliar face in the mirror.
Young, pale, and thin, there was no resemblance to her original heroic face.
Shen Jinghong stared at the mirror for a long time.
Then she heard herself say in an unfamiliar voice:
"What the hell is going on."
——This is the first sentence she said after traveling to modern times.
Hello 21st century.
