Lu Xiaoxiao swears that he never sleeps on purpose. What had happened before was so exhausting that it was impossible for her to open her eyes.

Sleepiness and sleepiness are like two beasts, wrapping her tightly. In Lu Xiaoxiao's last memory, only the picture in the ink cart.

Later, she couldn't open her eyes. She could only feel someone leaving the car holding herself, feeling someone checking herself, and her wounds were treated and bandaged. She didn't remember anything.

Opening his eyes violently, the white ceiling seems to be particularly dazzling, Lu Xiaoxiao squinted for a long time before he knew where it is now.

In an instant, the memory...