The moment consciousness returned, Xia Zhi felt overwhelming pain, a burning sensation in her throat, and pain coming from every part of her body.
Even breathing was painful.
Even breathing had to be done cautiously; her gaze fell on the woman in the bed, the source of her suffering.
If she couldn't hold back her tears, what followed would be being picked up and brutally slammed, and finally smothered with a quilt.
No matter how she struggled, it was all meaningless. The air would become increasingly thin, and she'd stare wide-eyed, dying with regrets.
Eventually discovered by that woman's husband, they would take her to a pond ten kilometers away, dig a pit there. Then bury her...
The smell of soil, the scent of decay. It was so clear, she's back.
Her mouth bore a smile, faintly, yet there was no warmth in her eyes; no matter how painful, it seemed there's nothing unbearable.
For what's about to occur, she felt clearly her desire to survive.
