"System self-check... passed."
"Failure rate, 43%. Repair time: unpredictable."
Lin Qing slowly opened her eyes, her vision filled with remnants of red error reports. Above her was a wooden ceiling, with dim light seeping in from its edges, not at all piercing.
This exquisite yet fragile style of decoration was something she rarely encountered anymore.
I'm actually still alive...
She was a bit incredulous, because the last image in her memory was her being thrown into the silent and cold space. What happened afterward was a blur to her.
Wait... has the Crystal Palace already fallen!?
The moment this thought surfaced, Lin Qing involuntarily shivered! She shot up suddenly, only to be choked by the intense pain from her abdomen, almost failing to catch her breath.
Is the pain inhibitor damaged too?
She almost bit her lip until it bled to barely suppress the pain without shouting out loud.
