C84 An Old Friend

White.

It was a blank, dead white, like a vast snow. It was the first color that Zhao Chun saw when she woke up.

Where was this place?

In a daze, Zhao Chun thought about it. Even though she wasn't fully awake yet, her eyes began to tear up in this suffocating white.

After sleeping for a while, the light she saw when she opened her eyes was a little blinding