Su Yao has lived for twenty years and has never known what "pain" feels like.
She was born with painless anhidrosis. When the doctor made the diagnosis, her parents turned pale and said that the child might not live long. After all, for people, pain is the first warning to save their lives, but in Su Yao's world, there has never been such a warning line.
Others would grimace when they were pricked by a needle, but she could break the glass with her bare hands. Seeing the bloody scratches on her palm, she just wiped a handful of blood casually and said "Oh, it's broken"; others would avoid venomous snakes and scorpions when they saw them, but she dared to grab them She would wrap it around her wrist, watch the stings pierce the skin, and study with a smile whether the insect's pincers were sharp enough; rock climbing without protection, high-altitude bungee jumping, and entering wild caves with bare hands, things that others would consider life-threatening, were all fun to her.
Her parents couldn't control her, and her friends said she was a crazy girl, but Su Yao didn't care at all.
"I can't feel the pain, so what's the use of being afraid?" She always flashed a pair of bright almond eyes, the corners of her eyes curved into crescents when she smiled, and she couldn't hide her quirky energy. "As long as you have fun in this world, it's over."
Three days after she said this, she stepped on a loose rock while climbing a wild cliff with bare hands. When the feeling of weightlessness swept over her, instead of being afraid, she opened her hands, smiled and shouted "cool".
The skylight in front of me was suddenly swallowed up by darkness. When I opened my eyes again, the damp musty smell mixed with the thick earthy smell rushed straight into my nose. There was a harsh hissing sound in my ears, and someone shouted at the top of their lungs: "Innocent! Run! The tide of corpses is coming!"
