My eyelids were as heavy as lead. I struggled to open them, and what I saw was a dilapidated house. The beams were covered with cobwebs, the window paper had several holes, and cold wind blew in. I was lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a quilt so thin that light could pass through, and it also exuded a musty smell.
This is not right.
I clearly remember that I worked at the company until three o'clock in the morning to revise the plan last night. I felt a cramp in my chest, and then I didn't know anything at all. Even if he was sent to the hospital, he shouldn't be in this situation.
I sat up and a lot of memories that didn't belong to me suddenly came into my mind.
