The first feeling upon returning to consciousness was coldness.
It's not the kind of cold that you forget to wear long johns in the winter, but the cold that goes deep into your bones, as if your blood is about to solidify. Lin Yue felt like a piece of frozen meat that had been thrown into the cold storage, hard from the inside out.
He tried to open his eyes, but his right eye opened obediently, but his left eye seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only barely open it a crack. What came into view was a dim gray-green light, and above the head was a huge, cracked hemispherical transparent cover. There seemed to be some liquid sloshing slowly outside the cover, refracting strange light spots.
