Huh? Why does my face feel cold, as if something slippery is crawling on my face?
As the sense of touch returned, the buzzing sound in his ears gradually disappeared.
Why does it seem like there are still people crying?
Ji Qianxi slowly opened her eyes. Out of extreme discomfort with the strong sunlight, she had to half-squint her eyes, revealing a long and narrow slit. I saw an old man with a vicissitudes of life, dressed in shabby clothes, his hair covered with silver threads and tied with a few messy hemp ropes on his head, crying her name heartbreakingly.
Am I already dead? Ji Qianxi thought to himself. No, didn't I just dig a tunnel in the prison to escape? Why did you come here all of a sudden?
Just when Ji Qianxi wanted to get up and find out what was going on, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with the situation. She lowered her eyes slightly and saw that she was wearing white cloth and surrounded by people.
This scene seems a bit familiar. I seem to have seen it in a TV series.
…
Damn it! Could it be that he sold his body to bury his father?
Wrong…
Selling yourself to bury your grandson?