Hua Nongying opened her eyes and stared at the crack on the ceiling for at least ten seconds. Her mind was in a mess, as if someone had muddied her memory. The last scene he remembered was playing in a qualifying match, with five dogs squatting in the grass on the opposite side to shadow him. He was about to launch a counterattack, but his vision went black and he didn't know anything.
"Where the hell is this?"
Hua Nongying sat up and propped herself up on the bed. What she saw was a terribly cramped rental house. There were yellowed newspapers on the wall, a few children's clothes hanging outside the window, and there was a smell of milk powder mixed with laundry detergent in the air. Opposite the bed was a paint-peeled wardrobe. The door couldn't be closed tightly, and it was filled with messy things.
