The moment water poured into the nasal cavity, it felt as if a handful of broken glass with barbs had been stuffed into the lung tube, causing the person's whole body to twitch in pain.
Rao Zongyi opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for air, and strangled his neck with both hands, his knuckles turning blue and white from excessive exertion. There is no cold river water, no condescending and sarcastic smile of Rao Zonghan, and no hemp rope tying the bloody scars on his wrists.
