头还晕得要命，林晓晓晃了晃脑袋，强迫自己清醒一点。这身体好像有点虚弱，还带着一股子阴冷的感觉，让她整个人都透不过气。她下意识地摸了摸额头，那里缠着一块白色的纱布，隐约传来一阵刺痛。

“嘶……”她倒吸一口凉气， Numeric looked at the white gauze on her forehead. It was a simple bandage, but it felt surprisingly luxurious in this simple room. She recalled fragments of memories from her previous life – how she had been injured in a car accident on her way to a meeting, how she had died from excessive blood loss, and how she had been reborn here, in this strange world. The memories flashed before her eyes like lightning, leaving her heart pounding.

She sat up cautiously and looked around the room again. The wooden bed was sturdy and well-made, clearly not cheap. The desk was cluttered with books and scrolls, some of which seemed like they could be ancient scriptures. The chair was simple but comfortable, and the mirror in front of it reflected her own face – pale but attractive, with long black hair and a pair of bright eyes that sparkled with intelligence and curiosity.