When the tingling sensation spread from the fingertips to the whole body, Su Wan was still holding the yellowed copy of "Martial Classics General Essentials". The incandescent lamp in the ancient book restoration room suddenly exploded. In the dazzling white light, she seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. The whistling wind sounded in her ears, and the strong smell of herbs and dust lingered in her nose. When he opened his eyes again, he saw low adobe walls, a roof covered with old thatch, and a hard wooden bed beneath him. The quilt covering him was thin and hard, with a faint musty smell.
"Water... Water..." Her throat was so dry that it seemed like smoke was coming out. Su Wan spoke with difficulty, her voice too hoarse to sound like her own. There was a small sound beside me, and a little girl with a yellow face and a thin face wearing gray cloth came over with a bowl of turbid water. Her eyes were full of surprise: "Miss, you're awake! You've been unconscious for three days and three nights. I thought..." The little girl said, her eye circles turned red, and tears dripped on the edge of the bowl.
Su Wan took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The cold water slid down her throat, finally easing her burning thirst. She looked around. This simple and dilapidated environment was definitely not the modern one she was familiar with. The little girl's clothes, the tone of her voice, and the furnishings in the room all exuded a strong ancient style - not the exquisite scenery in movies and TV dramas, but the real appearance of an ancient farmhouse with a smoky atmosphere.
"What did you call me?
