When I woke up, my mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
The familiar rusty smell surged up from the depths of my throat, bringing with it a chill, as if someone had stuffed ice cubes into my internal organs. I subconsciously wanted to raise my hand to wipe the corner of my mouth, but found that my fingers were as stiff as wood, and I didn't even have the strength to clench my fist.
Someone beside the bed was crying at the top of his lungs. This is my eldest maid Qiu He. This girl has been with me since she was a child. Her tear ducts are as developed as a faucet. Every time I cough up blood, she cries worse than me.
"Miss... Miss, please don't scare me. The doctor said that if you don't wake up this time..."
I didn't hear what Qiu He said clearly because a voice suddenly exploded in my head.
The sound was like someone shaking a golden bell under my ears. It was too crisp and clear, and had an indescribable mechanical flavor. It was exactly the same as the tunes of the gods and monsters spoken by the street storyteller.
"Ding—Shouyuan Bank system is successfully bound, host Shen Luan, welcome.
