"Wake... up...!"
The voice seemed to come and go, as though filtered through a sieve. No matter how Zheng Qian listened, it never sounded quite real. He wanted to turn and see who was calling him, but no matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn't move, as if it were filled with lead.
"Did I drink myself into a stroke? Damn it, if that's what happened, am I going to be paralyzed for the rest of my life?"
