"What's wrong with you?" the driver asked me.

His voice was hoarse. It was the voice that had been eroded by tobacco and alcohol over the years.

My classmates were also calling my name incessantly on the phone.

I snapped back to reality and forced myself to calm down. "It's nothing, just feeling a bit dizzy. Probably low blood sugar."

The driver didn't say anything more, his hand groping along the seat.

After a moment, he took out a box of strange candies.

"Please have a candy."

It was a box of white candies with English packaging, resembling pills.

I didn't dare to eat them, nor did I dare not to.

I opened the packaging, and a piece of paper fell out.

[Look down!!!]