Xia Ruxue lay in bed, gazing straight at the ceiling.

There was an ambiguous smell in the room that made her sick.

She wanted to open the window, but she had no energy. She just lay there, motionless, wondering what she was thinking, or nothing.

For a long time, she blinked, got up and lifted the quilt off her body, then went to the window with the quilt wrapped in her bare body, and pushed the window open.

Outside the window is the vast forest sea. The wind whistles through the forest sea. Then it hits the soft skin outside the quilt like snow in summer, which is a little...