Where am I?
I can't feel anything, cold, heat, only darkness before my eyes.
What should I do?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Unable to find an answer, my memory seems ambiguous and unclear; something heavy is pressing on me, so heavy... so dense...
I reached out, seeming to feel some texture—soft, thick, damp... the smell and breath of soil...
"Uhh..."
I couldn't make a sound; a faint light appeared before my eyes, then gradually became clearer. This seems to be... a grass field? A house? A street? What is this? What should I do?
My mind was in chaos, but the only thing I remembered was...
Yokohama North Station... very safe...
I need to go there... Yes, right now...
"Haah..."
Fang Zheng sat down on the sofa with a sigh, and beside him, Little Hei also looked utterly exhausted.
"Brother Zheng, what's wrong? What happened? The rescue..."
Seeing their state, Midori curiously asked in a low voice, to which Fang Zheng helplessly waved his hand.
