On the Edge of Pure

His headache was like his skull was splitting, as if thousands of needles were piercing his nerves at the same time. His body felt like it was cracking and collapsing inch by inch. He took a deep breath, forcing down the pain, not uttering a single sound, even though he was drenched in sweat and his fingernails were digging into his flesh.,The dormitory was deathly silent. The tightly shut windows trembled in the cold wind. Outside, mottled walls stood against each other, a dilapidated air conditioner unit still dripping water on the withered old treetops, where a bird's nest hung precariously.,It seems everyone is doing well, just far away from the life of Lu Buwei.。