The instant noodles hadn't softened because the remaining water in the kettle was no longer hot—somehow, this thought naturally popped into Sun Hang's mind.
"I should go downstairs to get a kettle of hot water. Now they charge eighty cents for a kettle of hot water... so greedy."
"I'm almost out of money, need to find a way to switch jobs."
"The urgent task is to get an identity card... it doesn't matter if the photo or age on the ID card matches... at least with an ID card, I can find a decent job... and not just eat instant noodles every day."
A jumble of random thoughts flooded into Sun Hang's mind, giving him a shiver of awareness.
This perspective didn't seem to belong to someone else; it was himself—Sun Hang before he lost his memory!
"So, I used to live in an attic like this?"
Before Sun Hang could recall more details, a scream suddenly erupted outside the attic, followed by piercing sirens and various shouts.
