Lu Keke felt as though she had been plunged into an ice cellar. Her blood seemed to congeal, each heartbeat grew agonizingly slow, and her lungs constricted with sharp, stabbing pains.
This was the first time she had ever experienced a feeling worse than death. It was terrifying how close death felt—a suffocating despair with no escape, where every desperate struggle was in vain.
As time ticked away, she gave up the fight, waiting helplessly for the end. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her consciousness began to drift into a haze.
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