Gu Xiaonuan felt the ground beneath her feet was soft; she tried to stand up, to straighten her body, but she couldn't.
All the strength in her body seemed to have been sucked away in an instant, leaving her powerless, unaware of what might happen next. Gu Xiaonuan felt as if she was trapped in a pitch-black world, without sunshine, without hope, nothing at all.
Because there was nothing, there was also no sound around Gu Xiaonuan.
Perhaps the voice that Gu Xiaonuan thought was familiar was also just her own imagination.
Her own fantasy, hence it was also the content of her imagination.
She heard unfamiliar voices whispering something, but she couldn't discern what they meant.
Just as Gu Xiaonuan was striving to open her eyes, the muffled crying of a child began.
The sound wasn't loud, as though intentionally kept low.
Gu Xiaonuan couldn't remember where she was now, nor could she recognize the place.
