The paint on the window lattice has long been lifted up, like a layer of dry dead skin, revealing the gray rotten wood underneath.
When Su Jin opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was cold.
That kind of coldness is not the normal coldness in winter, but a dampness seeping out from the bones. The bed board beneath her was as hard as a lump of ice, making every muscle in her back scream of soreness.
She tried moving her right leg.
Didn't move.
Su Jin frowned slightly, and moved his gaze downwards, looking over his bulging belly, which seemed to be ten months pregnant, and saw his legs as thick as stone pillars. Wrapped in the wash
