My head hurts, as if a dull, rusty saw is pulling my brain back and forth.
Lin Wei opened her eyes with difficulty, and what she could see was a washed-white alder-colored gauze tent top embroidered with faded tangled twigs. There were also a few inconspicuous holes in the corners, which were roughly mended with silk threads of the same color. The air was filled with an old, strange smell that was a mixture of inferior incense and a faint herbal scent. It didn't smell good.
She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to rub her forehead, but her fingertips touched a piece of cold and smooth satin fabric - it was the brocade quilt covering her body. It felt okay, but the color was a gray autumn fragrance, and the embroidered patterns on the quilt were blurry, and the corners were even a little stiff.
This isn't her apartment, and it's not a hospital.
