He didn't know how long he lay there before Luo Xinghe woke up slowly. His whole body ached as if he had been run over by a truck, his head was so dizzy, his throat was so dry that it was smoking, and it hurt to swallow. He wanted to stretch out, but found that his arms were tied up with something. When he looked down, he saw that it was a thick hemp rope that was strangling his arms. He looked at himself, and he still looked half-shirtless. He had changed into a dusty, patched coarse cloth. The fabric was so hard that it hurt his skin. The trousers were also of the same style, stained with soil and grass clippings. On his feet were a pair of tattered cloth shoes, with the toes almost exposed.
