The moment he burst through the door, a familiar feeling of weightlessness attacked him. Yang Xiao's foot missed the step, and he uncontrollably plunged downward.
A bizarre dizziness filled his mind, and at that moment, time and space lost their meaning. Shortly after, Yang Xiao lost consciousness.
He had no idea how much time passed before a faint glimmer of light appeared before his eyes. Yang Xiao groggily awoke and, after several attempts, managed to open his eyes. The surrounding environment gave him a strong sense of familiarity, and after a short moment, his thoughts returned, realizing this was his own office.
"Awake?"
A person sat in the dark corner, and Captain Zhou raised his head, looking directly at him, a cigarette held between his fingers.
Yang Xiao supported his body and sat up from the bed, with fragmented images reassembling in his mind, and memories flooding back to his heart.
