บท 115: The Unbearable Weight of Life

Being a firm believer in karma, Ning Que strongly believed that he would not die at this age. However, he was too badly injured today, and the invisible lance piercing through his chest was beyond his scope of understanding. As a result, on this sixteenth year of his arrival to this world, Ning Que had no choice but to consider death as a possibility.

When he woke up, he struggled to open his eyes in the first place, and used his last strength to look around him, wondering whether he had come to hell and whether hell really existed in this world.

Then he saw a big fat face really close to his own, with tiny eyes looking like dots, showing sparks of curiosity and skepticism in them as they stared at him firmly.

As this face looked nicely plump and fair, it reminded Ning Que of the full moon in his hometown, which he had not seen for a long time. So instead of scaring him, it felt strangely familiar, despite not being clear-minded due to his bad injury.