My head was buzzing, as if a hundred headless flies had been stuffed into it, buzzing around.
Tang Yuhang's eyelids were as heavy as two shot put, and it took a lot of effort to open the gap. What caught my eye was not the yellowed wall on the ceiling, nor the water pipe that dripped in the middle of the night. It was dark, and there was an indescribable smell of rust floating around, mixed with the smell of moldy rotten wood.
"Fanfan."
