I have a splitting headache, as if I've been hit repeatedly by a heavy hammer.
Rong Aixi struggled to open her eyes. The dazzling sunlight penetrated through the gaps in some rough fabric, causing her to squint subconsciously. There was a scent of earth, grass, and a bit of mold lingering on the tip of her nose, which was completely different from the elegant scent of the incense in her apartment.
"Water... Water..." Her throat was as dry as smoke. She struggled to spit out two words, her voice was too hoarse to be her own.
