"Just like sunlight breaking through the night, dawn quietly cuts across the horizon..."
The stirring anime theme song echoes endlessly around.
Next, the cheers and running footsteps of a little boy are heard from the stairwell.
The sound shakes the floor of this old self-built house, making even the bed frame tremble slightly.
Fang Cheng turned over, adjusting his sleeping position.
A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on the mottled, yellowing ceiling for a moment.
"Where... is this?"
He squinted his eyes, supporting himself with his hands on the hardboard bed, and slowly sat up.
The quilt on him was somewhat damp, pressing heavily on his chest.
His head felt stuffed with wet cotton, making his thoughts sluggish and heavy.
Fang Cheng lowered his head, his gaze falling on his own hands.
These were the hands of a youth.
Thin fingers, slender wrists that seemed as though they'd snap with a forceful twist.
