When the salty cold wind pierced the back of Lu Daye's neck like a knife tempered by ice, she was lying on an ice floe, and the suffocation in her chest had not yet dissipated. There was a gray sky in front of me, crunching ice beneath my feet, and the uninhabited snowfield in the distance undulated in the wind, like a silent giant beast.
"Cough... Cough..." She turned sideways suddenly, ice water dripping down her hair, making her scalp numb from the cold. My brain felt like it had been stuffed into a drum washing machine, and the data from the last set of particle collision experiments in the previous life were still flashing in front of my eyes: blue arcs, out-of-control energy fields, and the horrified face of my colleague Xiao Wang - "Dr. Lu! Get out of the way!"
When he opened his eyes again, he looked like this.
The white coat he was wearing had been soaked with ice water and was frozen to the bone. The T-shirt with "National Institute of High Energy Physics" printed on it was even more of a burden. Lu Daye gritted her teeth and sat up. The moment her fingertips touched the ice, she gasped in pain - the ice was colder than the ultra-low temperature refrigerator in the laboratory.
