A splitting headache.
It was as if there were countless red-hot steel needles piercing his temples, stirring crazily in his chaotic mind.
Shen Ci struggled to open his eyes. It took more than ten seconds for his vision to go from blurry to clear.
What caught her eye was not the familiar ceiling with movie posters in her apartment, but an old dark brown wooden beam with a few strands of lingering spider webs on it. There was a smell of stale wood and a hint of low-quality incense floating in the air, which made her throat feel itchy.
In an instant, memory fragments that did not belong to her came flooding in.
Dayan Dynasty, the reign name is Jingsheng.
