When Lin Wan opened her eyes again, her headache felt like it was going to explode.
It wasn't the kind of dull pain you get after staying up late and working overtime, but someone hit the back of your head hard with a sap. The whole back of your head, including your neck, was stiff and numb.
She moved her fingers and wanted to sit up on the bed, but found that her whole body was so soft that she couldn't use any strength.
"Where am I...?"
What came into view was an antique gauze tent with a delicate sachet hanging on the top, exuding an elegant fragrance that she couldn't name. There is still a vague smell of medicine mixed in the air.
This kind of decoration style is not what her 30-square-meter rental house can have.
"Miss! You're awake!" A surprised female voice sounded in my ears.
Immediately afterwards, a little girl wearing a light green skirt and a bun, who looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, rushed to the bedside. Her eyes were red, and it looked like she had just cried.
Miss?
