The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1011: Escape from the Darkness
Pain is a silent companion.

It lurked quietly deep in Anson's spine, like a cunning fox, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

At first, the pain was just a dull sensation, like a thin needle accidentally piercing the skin and then quickly disappearing. It was more like harassment than torture.

A kind of irritability.

However, as time passed, the pain became more frequent and persistent, gradually evolving into a burning electric current that ran through the back. Wherever it went, the muscles became completely tense and twitched. The sharp and unbending pain seeped into the internal organs inextricably, and every breath seemed to be spitting out flames.

Not just a struggle, but also torture.

But what was worse was not being able to move.

His whole body was frozen in place, letting the pain surge in waves. Every time he tried to move, it was like carrying an invisible mountain on his back. Under the heavy pressure, his spine let out a faint groan. It was a cold and ruthless existence, invisible and intangible, but it reminded him all the time -

The pain never goes away.

In the endless darkness, he tried to seek a little sleep, even if it was just a short moment of respite, to temporarily get rid of the entanglement and torture of pain that followed him like a shadow. However, the pain was like a ghost that he could never get rid of, and it continued to stimulate his tired and sleepy nerves in the endless darkness.

Every movement is a short but fierce battle, leaving only deep fatigue and helplessness.

Although both the body and mind are exhausted to the extreme, I still cannot completely calm down. I wander back and forth between half asleep and half awake. My soul seems to be torn into countless pieces, floating up and down in the gurgling and boiling magma, melting and disintegrating bit by bit in endless pain.

Five minutes? Or ten minutes?
Or ten hours?

Anson had lost his judgment. In a daze, time seemed to have lost its meaning. He felt a breath stuck in his chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it. Even swallowing a mouthful of saliva seemed an impossible task.

Finally, it develops into a dry cough.

Anson coughed twice in embarrassment. He thought it was a shocking cough, but only a few noisy sounds came out of his throat. However, his eyelids finally opened, and a faint light rushed in like an uninvited guest, causing a slight stinging pain, but was forgotten in the blink of an eye.

Because a tingling and tingling sensation like an electric shock came from the coccyx again.

“Oh… ahem…”

The sound of crying out in pain was cut off and turned into a cough again, which made Anson laugh and cry. He couldn't even cry out in pain. What a ridiculous situation was this?

"...Anson."

"Anson."

There was a call coming from my ear, softly, for fear of disturbing Anson; but I couldn't control my excitement and anticipation, and couldn't help but call out again and again to confirm.

There is no need to look at the expression, the voice alone reveals too much emotion.

Anson twitched his lips slightly and half-closed his eyes. "Luca, there's no need to be so careful as to not disturb a butterfly. I should be able to cause trouble for a few more years. As the saying goes, bad guys usually have stronger vitality."

Lucas looked at Anson with concern, his breath caught in his throat, he felt both absurd and depressed, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

"I actually have the energy to joke right after I woke up. It seems like everything should be fine."

Anson looked in the direction of the voice, finally opened his eyes, focused, and then saw Lucas standing properly at the end of the bed, with a blank expression and a cold aura, remaining calm in the chaos.

Sure enough, just like Lucas.

But Anson noticed that Lucas' fingers were shaking, trembling slightly unconsciously, as if with cramps, revealing a little panic.

Lucas followed Anson's gaze and looked down, finally noticing his fingers. He quickly clenched his fists and stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets.

When he looked up again, Lucas saw Anson smiling faintly.

"I am fine."

Just this short sentence almost completely defeated Lucas.

Lucas awkwardly turned his head slightly to avoid Anson's gaze.

"Wait, what did the doctor say? He did say that I'm fine, right?"

Lucas: ...The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Anson was still the same Anson. Even though the one lying now was Anson, he still remembered to make a joke.

Anson noticed the change in Lucas's expression, but looked slightly disappointed.

"Hey, are you preparing to audition for 'Frozen' with this Elsa look?"

Lucas couldn't help it after all, "Anson Wood!"

As soon as he turned around, Lucas saw Anson's face with his teeth bared. Before his anger could explode, it turned into worry and panic.

However, immediately afterwards, Anson secretly opened his eyes and looked at Lucas's expression, which made Lucas angry and amused.

"Anson, this is not a joke," Lucas scolded.

Anson, "I know. So, should I start crying now? If I cry here, you'll probably break down."

Lucas:…

Anson grinned with a smug smile, but unfortunately he couldn't laugh out loud. Just as he smiled, he felt a tingling sensation in his lumbar spine again.

A little bit painful, a little bit hot, a little bit sharp.

It wasn't obvious or intense, but it was there, a small circle of muscles around my back stiffening.

Anson's brows furrowed again.

Lucas noticed it immediately. Even though he had just been fooled once, he still believed it. "I asked the doctor to reduce the dosage of the painkillers to prevent your body from being unable to bear it. Do you need to increase the dosage?"

Lucas's words were vague and evasive, and he didn't make them clear.

Anson suddenly understood: Lucas should know his situation -

Anson did not forget how he came here. The powder left on the toilet lid and some withdrawal reactions left in this body all proved the ridiculous history of this body.

However, in the past few years, Anson has not touched anything, even cigarettes and alcohol have been controlled, and his health has fully recovered.

However, Lucas was still a little worried.

Painkillers can also be addictive. In recent years, the number of deaths caused by OxyContin addiction has remained high and is getting worse.

Lucas didn't say it explicitly, and Anson didn't deliberately break the window paper.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he had such a new look.

"Let's leave it at that for now. I need to get used to this situation." Anson replied vaguely, "Luka, you didn't tell mom and dad, did you?"

Lucas:…

Anson couldn't believe it, "Luca, you!"

Lucas deliberately glared at Anson, "This is a big deal, how can we not tell them? Dad is coming back from Zurich, and Mom should be landing at Kennedy soon."

Anson whined, "That's what I was worried about."

Lucas was annoyed. "Anson Wood, shouldn't you be worried about your own health? Why are you worrying about your parents here?"

"Because you guys always make a fuss out of nothing! You get involved in a group over the smallest of things, and when nothing happened, Mom and Dad will definitely ground me again next."

"A trifle? This is a trifle? God, Anson, you were nearly—"

"But it didn't, did it? It was almost, but it wasn't any worse."

"Isn't this bad enough? F**K!"

(End of this chapter)