Ding Yiyi closed her eyes tightly and waited for the arrival of severe pain. She trembled all over. She grasped her right hand dead with her left hand, as if only in this way could she restrain herself from calling out.

The air was quiet, and she felt a wet patch on her forehead, and there was a constant drop of liquid from her forehead. Is

sweat? When the wet "sweat" dripped into her pupils, the strong smell of blood spread in the air.

It's blood! A drop of bright red blood slowly zigzagged down her face trembling with fear. She opened her eyes in horror and looked up slowly....