Kuang Daye woke up from the cold.
There was a layer of cold sweat stuck to the back of his neck, mixed with the rough grains of burlap, which made him shiver violently. There was the sound of rain outside the window. It was not the muffled sound of being smashed by the air conditioner outside the window of the rental house. It was like countless ladles of cold water being poured on the green tiles, making the eaves jingle and the faint thunder rolling across the sky.
"Fuck..." He wanted to curse, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat, like a bellows that had been rubbed with sandpaper.
