"Hey, hey, hey, wake up..."
"Chen Shuhao, are you still alive?"
"Chen Shuhao, get up..."
...
In a daze, Chen Shuhao heard an extremely annoying voice as her senses slowly revived, and intense pain surged all over her body.
Chen Shuhao felt she was woken by the pain.
The pain in her knee, as if the bone was being sawed off, made her suddenly open her eyes, cold sweat streaming down.
Her vision gradually cleared.
She first saw Liang Zhiqiong's talking mouth, then her nose, eyes, and slowly expanded to her face, helmet, and then the dirt, gravel, weeds, and raindrops crashing down.
"You're finally awake."
Seeing Chen Shuhao open her eyes, Liang Zhiqiong breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn, being pinned under her without being able to move made her voice almost hoarse from talking. But Chen Shuhao woke up at last, otherwise, there was no telling how long she would be stuck.
Disoriented and only half-awake, Chen Shuhao frowned tightly, her voice hoarse, "How long was I out?"
