A splitting headache, like being hit by a heavy hammer.
Lin Yue opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar ceiling of the dormitory, but the dazzling sun and the boundless Gobi Desert reflecting the pale light.
The hot wind rolled up the gravel and slapped his face roughly, carrying a strong smell of blood and rust.
"Uh..." He struggled to sit up, but his whole body felt like it was falling apart.
"Don't move!" A hoarse and anxious voice sounded nearby, with a voice unique to a young man, but full of exhaustion and fear, "Get down! They are catching up again!"
