The moment I opened my eyes, there was a spider web hanging on the beam above my head. A spider as big as a thumb was lying in the center of the web, with its eight legs bent at a weird angle, as if it was watching me, an uninvited guest.
Seeing that I was awake, the spider moved and slowly crawled away along the silk thread.
I was lying on the cold floor tiles, and the back of my head hurt so much, as if someone had slapped me with a tile. I was wearing rough linen clothes, and a dead leaf stuck to my cuff. I reached out and flicked it away in disgust.
"Xiaoyun!" I shouted subconsciously, my voice hoarse.
No one responded.
The hall was as quiet as a coffin, and the air was filled with the smell of mold and dust. The dilapidated window lattice creaked in the wind, and the light that came in fell on the ground, illuminating the accumulated dust.
Memories flooded into my mind like a flood.
My name is Shen Shuanghua. Before time travel, I was a well-known fashion blogger with venomous tongue. I had 8 million followers on Weibo. I specialized in complaining about celebrities' red carpet outfits in videos. Each video has easily exceeded 10 million views. Last month, a popular girl tore off her Oscar shirt. That woman wore a two-million-dollar haute couture dress on stage, but the hem of the dress dragged five meters to the floor, like a walking rag. I said in the video, "I guess this look was sewn with scraps from the tailor's shop." Then the video went viral and was ranked number one in the trending search.
Then, I'll die.
He died inexplicably on the sofa in his apartment. He stayed up late cutting videos until he suffered a cardiac arrest without even a chance to be rescued. My last thought before I died was: That little flower's PR team must be crazy with joy.
