Ye Zixin felt a slight chill and opened her eyes in confusion. After a while, the whiteness in front of her eyes still showed no sign of improvement. Until she turned her head and realized that the whiteness in front of her was not because her brain was unclear, but because of the white ceiling she saw. .
This is. . . Where? ? ? ? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Does this space look familiar to you?"
"Yeah! It can't really be a farm, right?"