My head hurts.
It felt like someone had slapped the back of the head with a stick, or like falling off a cliff, all the internal organs were out of place.
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw a crimson curtain. The gold thread is embroidered with the lotus pattern, and the tassels are hung with thumb-sized beads, which sway gently in the breeze.
This is not my rental.
I pushed myself up and sat up, feeling a violent dizziness in my head. Pressing your hands on the brocade quilt, it felt as slippery as water.
"Madam, are you awake?"
