It hurt so much that I was shaking even when I breathed.
My first feeling was that of suffocation. The suffocation of being buried alive in the earth. I opened my eyes and was surrounded by darkness that I couldn't see. There was a hard thing above my head pressing down on me. I could only curl up and put my knees against the bottom of the thing.
Coffin.
I'm in a coffin.
This realization made me tremble. I suddenly reached out and pushed the cover above my head. The wood made a dull sound, but it didn't move at all. I banged hard, digging my nails into the cracks in the board, splitting my fingernails, and the heartbreaking pain made me let out a hoarse wail.
Where am I?
Who I am?
Memories stabbed into my brain like broken glass, hurting so much that I almost died. I remembered. Lu Chen. My gentle and considerate husband pushed me out of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 25th floor with his own hands, and then ran to the police station crying my eyes out. He said that I was in a bad mental state, that he was too busy and didn't pay attention to me, and that he was sorry for me.
