Wanqiu froze to death in winter but woke up in a warm bed. A strange memory had appeared in his mind, telling him he had transmigrated into a book. In this book, he was an abused adopted son who wo...
, all faded away little by little from Wan Qiu's sight.
The nerves were making crackling sounds, and it seemed as if something was burning in the head, even the pain was burned to ashes.
A dark space, a door that cannot be opened, and a lingering smell that fills the air.
On a hot summer night, Wan Qiu hugged his arms, but it seemed as if the cold icicles of winter were piercing his skin and penetrating into his bones.
The beast hidden deep in his memory revealed its ferocious mouth, swallowing Wan Qiu bit by bit, and bringing him back to the time he least dared to recall.
He was forced to go back there.
That narrow place was only the size of a closet.