Su Lin woke up from the cold.
It's not the kind of cold where the air conditioner is turned on too low and you're shivering under a thin quilt, it's the kind of cold that comes out from between your bones, and your internal organs feel like they've been hollowed out and stuffed with ice cubes.
A second ago, he still remembered that he fell in the dark alley, rain mixed with blood dripping down from the corner of his mouth. That damn van, and the familiar and ferocious face that was revealed before the lights went out - it was his so-called second uncle Su Qiang, standing at the entrance of the alley with a cigarette in his hand, his eyes no different from looking at a dead dog.
"Grandmother……"
