Amelia Clarke carried the takeout bag from Gather Flavor Pavilion, which seemed light, but grew heavier in her hand.
The dragging pain in her lower abdomen became more and more pronounced, and her back also ached terribly.
She licked her dry lips, leaned against the RockCliff beside her, feeling as if a heavy stone pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Her forehead felt itchy; she reached up to touch it.
Her hand came away damp.
Although she felt cold, she was sweating. How could that be?
After resting for a moment, she stood up and continued climbing.
Her strength failing, the bowl of porridge in her hand seemed almost enough to crush her, leaving her feeling hollow inside.
Amelia leaned on the RockCliff, moving upwards with difficulty, one step at a time.
The sky gradually darkened, and the streetlights along the mountain path lit up.
