After a while of pushing, Zhao Xiaomin felt like a leaf in the strong wind, unable to control himself. The force of the push was like a raging wave, slamming into her body. Every collision caused a violent vibration in her body. In her ears were the noisy shouts of people and the rustle of clothes as they pushed. The air was filled with the pungent smell of sweat and dust. She had a severe headache and her internal organs seemed to have shifted. She frowned and opened her eyes suddenly. The stinging feeling was like sharp needles, pricking her temples one after another. In front of her eyes were blurry figures shaking, and light and shadow flickering.
"Ouch, wake up, wake up!"
"Hurry up, don't waste time, next one!"
The harsh urging sound was like countless needles piercing Zhao Xiaomin's ears. The sound was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the air, buzzing in her ears. Before she could fully recover, she was pulled by a rough hand to a stone platform with a faint light.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
