Luo Yin felt dizzy, his head was in pain like tearing, and the fragmented sound spread in his body, like the crisp sound of ice on the lake, and all the cells in his body were screaming.
All the sounds rushed to the eardrums, laughter, noise, car honking, shouting, mixed with the low and thin cry of a girl, Luo Yin tried to find the source of the sound.
Who is she? Why is she crying? Luo Yin's head hurts even more, and she desperately wants to clear out all the noise. Suddenly, the roar of the machine and the sound of the pointer turning on the dial are added.
Please live well, Luo Yin, you are Luo Yin. It's like the last sentence of instructions, affectionate and reluctant.
Memories emerged at that moment, and many things that were not there were filled into the blank mind, bringing confusion and intertwined pain. The last face that came to mind was familiar yet unfamiliar.
That was clearly Luo Yin's own face.