Zhu Xinyu was groggily waking up when she felt a severe pain in her cheeks. She opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar room. The room was strange, with walls covered in soft blue velour; it was all padded. There was a table in front of her, neither too high nor too low. It was difficult for her to exert enough force to hit her head against the table.
Zhu Xinyu felt something on her face and touched it. It appeared to be some kind of restraint. She casually wiped the drool from her mouth with her sleeve. Her head was still a bit foggy, yet she realized something was wrong.
This clothing was oversized, and it was a military uniform...
—But fortunately, no one saw me drooling in my sleep...
"I'm sorry, they were indeed a bit too rough. But this is to prevent... suicide?" A voice came from across the table. It sounded like it was talking to her.
But the reason Zhu Xinyu couldn't see clearly was because...
She was extremely nearsighted.
