He had a splitting headache, like countless fine needles stirring repeatedly in his temples, and like the dull pain after a three-day hangover. Even the noise in his ears became vague and distant, as if separated by a thick layer of cotton wool.
Lin Fu struggled to open his heavy eyelids, but what he saw was a hazy blue-gray. There was a faint and strange smell mixed with the smell of ink, old books and some herbs lingering on the tip of his nose. It was completely different from the smell of coffee and printing paper that lingered in the rental house in his memory.
