The endless darkness was torn apart.
Sharp pain exploded from his chest, instantly sweeping through his limbs.
Gu Qingci's last conscious thought was on the unfinished Q3 quarterly financial report on the computer screen.
After staying awake for 72 consecutive hours, her heart finally issued its final protest.
As her consciousness drifted, a burst of extremely sad crying entered her ears. It was a whimper soaked in despair, echoing in the silence, stagnating her chaotic thoughts.
This cry did not belong to her cold and efficient modern world.
The eyelids were too heavy to lift.
She struggled to open her eyes, and what came into view was an old wooden carved bed top, the texture of which was blurred.
The air was filled with the smell of cheap incense mixed with dust, which was not pleasant.
His throat was on fire, and every breath he took brought a tearing pain.
