Headache.
It hurts like it's about to burst.
Gu Yanzhi opened his eyes in a daze, his head buzzing, as if someone was spinning an electric drill there. He subconsciously wanted to rub his temples, but when he touched it with his hand - no, this pillow felt wrong. It was slippery and a little cold. His old pillow was so swollen that it was so hard that it could smash walnuts. What the hell was this?
