The History of Ancient Struggles of the Post-80S Generation

Chapter 1 Forty-eight years in Xiliang, autumn. Jiang Xiaobai dried herself on the withered grass like a piece of linen cloth. The golden sunlight penetrated the tree branches and fell all over her body. She looked like she was enjoying herself, but in fact, she had already cursed her a thousand times in her heart. God, what have I done to bring me here? That day, she made an appointment with some friends to go to a KTV to have fun. After drinking too much, she went up to the rooftop to let go of the alcohol. Who would have thought that the railing broke as soon as she leaned on it. Who can understand that one second she was singing, "I am astonished by the wind and clouds, I will be admired by all people" and the next second she ended up in this hell...