"It hurts, it really hurts."
Bi Fang felt his brain was heavy, and his body was burning hot.
A scorching sensation rushed up from his chest, as if he were about to throw up from eating something extremely spicy, searing and painful, making him forget about face or pretense, just wanting to open his mouth.
He suddenly sat up, breathing rapidly, his entire body covered in cold sweat, startling a goose that had squeezed into the shelter at some unknown time; eighteen geese squawked as they flew out of the crowded shelter.
"Phew!"
Bi Fang took big gulps of air, his mouth and nose felt so dry they seemed to smoke, as if scorched by fire, he supported his forehead, which was damp, and a terrible sensation between exhaustion and pain spread throughout his body.
Étienne was awakened by Bi Fang's movement, and asked in confusion, "Is it dawn already?"
But when he peered outside the shelter, he saw it was only dimly lit outside, Étienne rubbed his eyes and turned to look at Bi Fang.