The familiar sensation seemed to tell him that everything here was real.
A thought blossomed in his mind.
"Could it be that I had a dream?"
As this thought arose, he became increasingly certain, feeling as if he had indeed had a long dream.
In the dream, he wielded a long knife, cutting down enemies, invincible wherever he went, his hands stained with endless blood.
However, his specific identity, or exactly where he had traveled to, had become very blurred.
Qin An shook his head, picked up the kettle beside him, poured himself a glass of water, and after drinking it slowly, his heart calmed down slightly.
However, Qin An felt that his memories were becoming increasingly vague, even nearly forgetting the experience of traveling through time.
Just thinking this, Qin An suddenly felt a sharp headache.
Thud, thud, thud!
A series of knocks at the door interrupted Qin An's thoughts, causing his mind to quickly reel back in.
