Su Ming'an opened his eyes.
Light shimmered on the fragments of shattered glass, while endless white snow poured down on him ceaselessly, numbing his gaze as it fixed on the drafty floor-to-ceiling window, his thoughts seemingly frozen with the wintry chill.
"... Teacher?" Tretiya's voice came from aside, her wheat-colored hair tinged with a layer of moist white light as she looked at Su Ming'an with concern.
At that moment, Lin Guang lay asleep in the rehabilitation pod within the room. The two of them stood at the doorway, having set the pulse bomb, waiting for Lin Guang to wake up and detonate it.
Leaning against the wall, Su Ming'an slowly stood up, taking one step after another down the corridor. He didn't waste time talking to Tretiya, the anesthesia in his body making him wobble like a toddler taking its first steps. His every move was immensely difficult and painful due to his legs not having fully recovered, as though he was stepping on knives.
