My name is Lin Yue. I was a history enthusiast living in the modern world. I was fascinated by the rise and fall of dynasties and the famous figures of every era, often losing myself in historical texts and imagining those distant times.
It was an ordinary weekend. Sunlight filtered through thin clouds and fell in scattered patches across the street. As usual, I was on my way to the library to look up some historical materials. While crossing at the crosswalk, I was still thinking about an article on Qing dynasty clothing I'd just read on my phone.
Suddenly, the shrill sound of brakes shattered the quiet of the street. I turned in terror and saw a car careening out of control straight toward me. Time seemed to freeze. My mind went blank, and my body refused to move.
People around me screamed in fright, but their voices sounded muffled in my ears. I only felt an enormous force slam into me, followed by a wave of pain.
My body flew through the air like a kite with its strings cut and crashed heavily to the ground. The world before my eyes blurred, and my consciousness sank into endless darkness.
“Am I really going to die like this?” That was my last thought before I lost consciousness.
