Chapter 18-2: The noise of the soul
Under this pressure, she groaned tiredly as she writhed. The horrible tingling feeling within her memories was frightening and uncomfortable.
For a while, her vision was blurred. Her complexion was pale and lukewarm, she let out an agonized sigh and then blinked.
Her imagination almost beat reality and mixed it.
Those cracked and rosy lips, they parted for air.
Beneath the fluffy blanket, her body sweated profusely and awkwardly, causing her to release her arms, asking for a change.
The mild air that swept the room, had caressed the hair of her damp skin after a hot night of illness.
Her long, thick eyelashes clasped together repeatedly in a desire to be free, revealing a blue sky as clear as jewels.
With a tired body and exhausted condition, she tried to adjust her position by reclining while sitting.
Her little nose was still flushed and secreting mucus, which prompted her to sneeze.