It was pitch black all around her to the extent that she couldn't even see her fingers. Yang Yiting felt that her body had become very light, like a piece of paper, floating aimlessly in the boundless darkness.
Overwhelming her was the feeling that she was getting further and further away from this world, but then another invisible force was holding her back, making her unable to leave.
Yiting'er... Yiting'er...
It seemed that this vague voice had been calling her, stubbornly and tenaciously echoing in her ears.
This voice was so familiar, yet so sad, hoarse and lingering, sobbing like a complaint, which made her heartbroken and heartbroken.
"A-Yuan! A-Yuan!" Yang Yiting murmured a few times, and then suddenly woke up.
When she opened her eyes, she saw old and mottled wooden beams.
