After the dream collapsed, Lian Hua sank into a darkness blacker than ink, her consciousness muddled and unable to pull herself out, her eyelids so heavy, too heavy to open.
She could feel many people around her, but no matter what she did, she couldn't wake up, her consciousness trapped like in a quagmire, unable to muster any strength, wanting to wake yet failing.
Suddenly a sharp pain like a needle prick jolted her, the pain so intense cold sweat broke out, and curiously with this pain, her consciousness cleared a bit, and her eyelids lightened a little.
Then came another pain, making cold sweat pour out of her, her hands instinctively moved to swat away the pricking needle, and her eyelids became even lighter.
Subsequent pricks followed in succession, densely packed, so painful indeed, she thought angrily, who was poking her, why were they so bad.
