In the winter of 1969, the biting cold woke up the woman lying in bed. She struggled to open her eyes, her mind buzzing, unable to grasp what had happened for a while. Then, she slowly moved her stiff body and sat up, looking around with a puzzled expression. She remembered she should be dead. Not far from her was a broken window, cove...
In the winter of 1969, the biting cold woke up the woman lying in bed. She struggled to open her eyes, her mind buzzing, unable to grasp what had happened for a while. Then, she slowly moved her stiff body and sat up, looking around with a puzzled expression. She remembered she should be dead. Not far from her was a broken window, covered with thick white snow outside. The cold, white light seeped in through the window, illuminating the pitted ground and the cracks in the walls. Jin Xiuzhu frowned. The dilapidated state of this place was even worse than her childhood home. She raised her hand to massage her throbbing forehead when suddenly she heard breathing beside her. She paused, about to turn towards the sound, but then her head started throbbing as if pricked by countless needles, and
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