"Tight wind, let's blow..." Before these words could fully dissipate in the air, I felt like I was on a roller coaster, plunging and soaring, the world spinning around me. My stomach churned violently, wanting to vomit but unable to, and that sensation was delightfully agonizing!
I opened my eyes again—good grief, the art style had completely changed!
Carved beams and painted rafters, red walls and yellow tiles. The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood, accompanied by the chirping of birds. Where on earth had I time-traveled to?
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