Yan Feifan felt himself suspended between sleep and wakefulness, between dream and reality. Every part of his body ached, yet the discomfort didn't feel entirely real.
He wanted to move, to find a more comfortable position, but his consciousness seemed to have detached from his body, floating weightlessly in the air, leaving him unable to even lift a finger.
Not only that, but chaotic and fantastical images kept uncontrollably appearing in his mind.
Faintly, Yan Feifan thought he could hear someone calling his name.
His body and mind in agony, he didn't want to—and didn't have the strength to—respond...
An unknown amount of time passed before Yan Feifan smelled the strong scent of alcohol. At the same time, he felt a coldness, which, strangely, made his body feel a little better.
But the ever-thickening smell of alcohol only made his thoughts more chaotic...
