A splitting headache.
Xue Xingci opened his eyes suddenly. In front of him were rough wooden beams and a few rays of dim light coming from the cracks in the broken windows.
He remembered that he was dead. He died tragically at the age of twenty-five. Why did I see this scene when I opened my eyes...
Wrong label! ! A non-Western fantasy novel! =͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ヘ( ´Д`)ノ
Direct and very supportive