"Green Slip Crossing"
The headache comes from deep inside the skull.
It's not the dull pain that is diagnosed as "nervous headache" in modern hospitals, nor is it the soreness and swelling caused by staying up late to catch up on papers, but it is like a thin needle is piercing the Tianling Ge along the temple. Every time it is pierced, the vision goes dark for a while, and there is a buzzing in the ears - like the gears of an old-fashioned clock are stuck, unable to turn, and refuse to stop.
Shen Qingci wanted to raise his hand to press his temples, but as soon as his fingertips moved, they were wrapped in warmth and softness. It was not the washed white cotton quilt in her dormitory. It was slippery, a little cool, and had an indescribable fragrance, like the smell of ancient embroidery through the glass in a museum. It was old, but exquisite and piercing.
"Girl? Girl, you moved!"
A crying female voice suddenly exploded, so close that it made her eardrums hurt. Then, a face came closer, blocking most of the light.
Shen Qingci squinted his eyes and struggled to focus.
