Chapter 1 Fang Che
The summer morning sun shone through the gaps in the branches and the window, casting dappled light and shadows directly onto the head of the bed.
Particles in the air melted into the rays, creating tangible-looking arrows that fell from the sky, striking Fang Che's face.
Slowly, he felt the heat on his face and awoke leisurely.
He opened his eyes, then closed them again immediately.
Even with his eyelids shut, he could still sense the light shining on them.
He exhaled contentedly.
Life is truly good.
A blink of the eyes separated this life from the previous one.
Closing his eyes was like plunging into the boundless darkness of death, while opening them was like feeling the boundless emotions of being reborn.
The slight scorch from the sun was the sensation of being alive.
He got up, got dressed, tidied up, and washed his face.