Headache.
It hurt as if someone had hit me on the back of the head with a brick.
Gu Zheng opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a gray stone wall, with half of the wall covering peeling off, revealing the rough stones underneath. There was a musty smell in the air, mixed with the sour smell of something rancid, which made him cough.
"Where is this..."
He struggled to sit up and looked down - he was wearing a coarse cloth that had been washed white, the cuffs were frayed, and there were patches in many places. The hands were not my own. They were much whiter and thinner, but they were as thin as chicken feet.
My mind buzzed.
