Liu Runxi opened his eyes to complete darkness.
It was a kind of darkness and solitude that incites fear.
It felt as if he were the only person in the world, and for a moment, he seemed to be plunged back into the abyss he once knew.
The boundless darkness surrounded him like a tidal wave.
His pale fingertips instinctively grasped the silk quilt covering him.
A faint, familiar fragrance wafted to his nose, like gentle hands soothing his tense and trembling nerves, like someone submerged in icy waters suddenly touched by a warm current, ironing out his anxiety in an instant.
Even the panic in his breath slowly sank away.
The fragments of nightmares swirling in his mind blurred into indistinct shadows amid the drifting aroma.
Memory slowly returned.
