Six days later.
In a vast wilderness, an ancient forest stretched quietly across the land like a richly colored painting.
Sunlight filtered through layer upon layer of leaves, scattering dappled shadows across the ground.
Within those shadows hid a haggard figure.
The trees stood tall and straight, their branches thick with leaves.
It looked like a secluded paradise, truly the best place for those seeking to escape the world.
Escaping might be shameful, but it really worked. At the very least, it kept people from taking the path of self-destruction.
Those who destroyed themselves were often people who could no longer escape, so they chose the ultimate form of escape.
The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, mingled with a faint floral fragrance that cleared the mind.
A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, making them rustle as though whispering secrets hidden deep within the forest.
Every now and then, a few crisp birdcalls broke the silence, adding a touch of life and vitality to the tranquil woods.
The figure beneath the trees was Zhang Wenjin. He had finally regained consciousness.
After waking, he immediately frowned as countless things surfaced in his mind.
Then he looked around at his surroundings and found them strange.
"How did I end up in this forest?"
"Wasn't I just..."
What had I been doing?
A sudden headache struck him, and many memories began emerging.
Eating, sleeping, beating up Dou Dou; being born together, living together, studying together, working together, dying together...
All sorts of strange phrases appeared in his mind.
What was wrong with him? Instinctively, he tried to determine the time.
He looked up and saw that it was morning. The sunlight was bright, and the forest was quiet yet noisy.
Then he suddenly realized something.
This isn't right!