Pain.
Pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.
It was like being hit head-on by a loaded heavy truck. Every cell was screaming and every inch of the bone was wailing.
Li Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, his vision blurred at first, and then slowly focused.
There is no hospital's pale ceiling, or the pungent smell of disinfectant.
What comes into view is the roof covered with thick ice flowers, and several dark beams are skewed, as if they will collapse at any time. The air was filled with a rotten smell that was a mixture of musty, dusty and despair. It was cold and pungent. He breathed it into his lungs and made him cough violently.
"Cough... Cough!"
This cough caused pain all over his body, and he felt like a puppet that had been taken apart and put back together haphazardly. My stomach was churning. It was not simply empty, but a burning and gnawing pain. It was as if a hungry beast was biting madly in his abdomen, trying to swallow up his last vestige of life.
