Luo Che woke up from the pain. It felt like something was forcefully pushing the skull open in his temples, and two completely different life memories were savagely stirring in his brain - the interrogation room, investigation light, and micro-expression analysis chart in his previous life, and the Imperial Academy coursework, the Jin Yiwei waist badge, and the bloody scabs left by the staff in this life. He reached behind his head with difficulty with his shackled hands, and his fingertips touched the edge of an unhealed wound. Sticky tissue fluid stained the fingertips, glowing pale pink in the dim light of the torch.
