Skye Cheng slept intermittently for no more than two hours last night. She woke up several times in the middle, and when she had a headache that made her unable to sleep, she would play and listen to the voice message Zara Ye sent.
A three-second voice was listened to dozens of times.
Finally making it to morning, Cheng counted the time and took another ibuprofen.
The fever has gone down, but my head still hurts.
The flashing memory fragments were like lightning, and Skye Cheng closed his eyes in pain. She seemed to have remembered something, but she didn't seem to have. The bone-gnawing pain hit him, and Skye Cheng decisively gave up searching for memories.
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