Cold. Trembling.
It felt like boundless oppression, as if he had been imprisoned in a bottomless Abyss.
He could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. All his consciousness perceived was a pure void.
Within that utterly dark void, Li Shiqi felt as though he had become a speck of dust drifting through the air.
There was no up, no down, no end in sight.
Muddled and dazed.
He had forgotten what had happened before, forgotten why he was here.
His memories were stripped away bit by bit, his consciousness fading little by little.
In the end, he even began to forget himself.
Just as his consciousness was about to be completely assimilated by this deathly silent space, a golden sun suddenly rose from within the darkness.
...It was hard to put into words the shock he felt upon seeing that golden sun.
—Golden light danced upon the water.
Golden sunlight swept toward him from all directions, dyeing this dark world golden yellow.
The familiar warmth and his lost senses gradually returned to his body.
Beneath the radiance of that golden sun, his scattered consciousness gathered once more, and light returned to the dark world.
The things he had forgotten revived bit by bit at that moment.
The instant he suddenly remembered everything, he opened his eyes.
After his consciousness returned to his body, the first thing he felt was the discomfort wracking it.
The pain from falling off the chair earlier, the bruises left from pinching himself hard... as well as the cold, clammy sensation of his soaked pajamas.
Everything he had experienced before had not been a dream. He was still lying beneath the bathtub.
The bathroom tiles were already cold, not to mention that the water left over from his earlier bath had yet to dry. Fear and