Brain deprived of oxygen, breaths coming hard, my body had reached its limits.
Lin Fu could no longer stand up; she fell repeatedly and stood up again and again. Sweat soaked through her clothes and her long hair, making her want to immediately cut off her beloved locks. But she quickly dismissed the impulse.
She desperately sustained the pressure on her body, time painfully dragging by, evolving from an eternity to an unbearable existence, yet there was an addictive taste to the suffering.
It was probably like a disabled person who suddenly could move freely and became obsessed with the feeling of walking.
For Lin Fu of the past life, her present self was like a disabled person.
The kind who could die at any moment.
Although her body could not support her anymore, she would not actually die; because there was someone outside watching, this inexplicable comfort allowed her to recklessly expend her sweat.
