Headache, like being hit repeatedly with a blunt object.
Chen Mo suddenly broke free from the chaotic darkness. The moment his consciousness returned, severe dizziness and unfamiliar sensory information poured in like a tide.
Beneath him was a hard wooden bed, exuding a faint smell of musty mixed with disinfectant. The air was filled with a... Damp and cold smell from the old times that he had never smelled before. In my ears, I could hear the clanging sound of trams coming from afar, occasionally mixed with a few vague soft words from Wu Nong and the shrill shouts of newsboys.
