"It hurts, it really hurts.” The pain was excruciating. Lin Kexin endured a throbbing agony that felt like her head was about to explode, struggling to integrate the memories of two different people flooding her mind. She tried to distract herself from the torment by focusing on this task, hoping to alleviate the suffering even sligh...
"It hurts, it really hurts.” The pain was excruciating. Lin Kexin endured a throbbing agony that felt like her head was about to explode, struggling to integrate the memories of two different people flooding her mind. She tried to distract herself from the torment by focusing on this task, hoping to alleviate the suffering even slightly. The first sensation she felt upon regaining awareness was an unbearable headache. Fortunately, Lin Kexin had spent hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years as a wandering soul without sensory perception after her death. The sudden, vivid pain was overwhelming, yet she couldn’t help but find it a strangely beautiful confirmation of being alive. Only the living could feel pain. As a wandering soul, she had been like a wisp of air—empty, ethereal, and devoid of
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