The spacious bedroom was silent.
A handsome young man who looked eighteen or nineteen glanced left and right, then finally clutched his head, his face deathly pale.
He tried to recall the past again, but the chaotic memories followed no pattern whatsoever. Like garbled computer code, they left his mind in utter turmoil, making him nauseous enough to vomit.
Moreover, even those disordered fragments of code seemed separated from him by endless time and space. They looked close at hand, yet were actually far beyond reach—visible, but impossible to grasp.
Hazy and indistinct, dreamlike and unreal, true and false intermingled, impossible to tell apart. The discomfort drove him nearly mad.
Ye Han clutched his head and squatted on the floor, enduring it bitterly.
Knock, knock, knock!
A clear, pleasant knock sounded rhythmically.
Though Tang Yuehua was exhausted, she instantly opened her tightly shut eyes upon hearing it.
After inspecting herself, she let out a slight sigh of relief, yet inexplicably felt somewhat disappointed.
"Who is it?"
As she answered the person outside, she swept her gaze around the room.
Unfortunately, after a hurried glance, she did not find that figure.
"Has he left?"
At that thought, Tang Yuehua could not hide the disappointment in her heart and suddenly felt more exhausted than ever.
"Teacher, it's Ye Lingling and me. We came to see how that person is doing."
A crisp voice came from outside the door, prompting Tang Yuehua to slowly rise with her weary body.
Suddenly, her body paused slightly, and an irrepressible flash of delight appeared in her dull, lifeless eyes.
Her previously weak and limp body suddenly seemed as though it had eaten a Snickers, instantly brimming with vitality. She sprang from the bed and rushed to the blood-colored figure squatting on the ground with his hands