The unpleasant and dusty smell of the atmosphere must have stroke through YiMing's nose leading her into a snappy cough.
She had flipped open her eyes after the cough and was rather surprised to see herself in...where?
She was as confused as ever.. Massaging her heavy head, she managed her feet up as she looked around.
The rusty room looked like a store room for antiques.
It was obvious from the profound collection of antiques that lay haphazardly on the floor, some carefully covered with blankets and some left to be.
YiMing unwillingly coughed at the dust that still generated from this room. It was uncomfortable being in a dusty atmosphere.
It was pretty much hard to guess where she was, And YiMing didn't know where to begin from. Scratching her hair for clues, all she got now was arriving at the old and rusty house...
YiMing froze, was she really in the house at the moment?!
