The incense ash choked into his throat, and Ye Chen opened his eyes suddenly.
What you can see is the half-collapsed roof beams. Sunlight leaks through the holes and shines on the broken tiles on the ground. The air was filled with the smell of musty and burnt wood. On the table in the corner, a statue of the City God with half his head missing was tilted, and the paint was peeling off so that the original color could not be seen.
Ye Chen was stunned for three seconds.
He looked down at his hands - young and thin, with dust between his fingernails, and a fresh cut on the back of his hand, with blood beads oozing out. He was wearing a blue work jacket that had been washed white, with two holes on the knees and a hole in the pocket, exposing half of the large, wrinkled front door.
This is his body. 1990'S body
