Qin Siyang drifted through the void.
Like an aimless ghost, unable to find the path to reincarnation.
An unknown amount of time passed.
He felt himself gradually becoming lost, on the verge of fading away completely.
Just then, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the void.
It drove away the surrounding darkness.
Along with the light, a gentle warmth flowed through his entire body.
He felt like a soul buried beneath ice and snow all winter, slowly coming back to life.
What a strange feeling.
Through the haze, he saw a large bird.
It seemed vaguely familiar, yet he couldn't remember when he had seen it before.
The bird said nothing. It merely glanced into the distance with a hint of surprise, lowered its head in thought for a moment, then spread its wings and flew away.
Qin Siyang didn't understand what had happened.
But before long, vigorous life force began sprouting endlessly, like grass in early spring.
He could feel his consciousness becoming fuller, more alive.
After another unknown stretch of time, his consciousness finally began reconnecting with his body.
He slowly opened his eyes.
He saw a field of grayish white.
Qin Siyang was puzzled.
Why would anyone have a ceiling in such an ugly color?
Wait, that didn't look like a ceiling.
Why would a ceiling have neatly arranged square holes?
He wanted to speak, but had no strength.
Even twitching a finger took all his concentration.
I'm so tired.
I'd better lie here a little longer.
Gradually, he began to hear sounds.
Two people were quietly sobbing.
Who was that?
Wen Shu and Sally?
Qin Siyang desperately wanted to tell them not to be sad, that he wasn't dead.
He didn't want women crying over him.
Just then, Zhao Longfei's voice reached his ears.
"Professor