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He still kept count of how many laps he'd run at the very start, but as time went by, the numbers in his head gradually blurred, and before he knew it, his legs had already grown so heavy that he could hardly lift them anymore. Nevertheless, he forcefully pulled them up through sheer willpower, as if hoping that he'd be able to erase a memory from his mind by pushing himself past his limits...
Just like that, Lin Jiage kept running and running, but he eventually reached a point where he had no choice but to succumb to his exhaustion, collapsing weakly onto the ground.
His throat was very dry, and he was experiencing a severe lack of oxygen as well. He panted desperately for a very long time, but he was still unable to catch his breath.
Darkness had already devoured the entire sky by then, and there was hardly anyone on the running track. Completely spent, he gave in to his body and lay down on the ground.