My True Self, Your Destiny Is Determined by Yourself

The smell of disinfectant still lingered on the tip of his nose, and the next second, a biting chill penetrated his bones along his thin clothes. Zhang Xiaozhen opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar white ceiling of the hospital, but the blackened thatched roof. A few rays of moonlight leaked through the holes, casting mottled shadows on the dusty ground. The air was filled with a strange smell that was a mixture of musty and earthy smell, which was incompatible with the modern city in his memory. "Hiss—" He wanted to stand up, but he only felt soreness all over his body, especially his chest, which felt as if he had been run over by a heavy object. Countless memory fragments that do not belong to him flood into his mind like a tide: Qingzhu Village