In the darkness, there seemed to be some light. For a moment, it caught people off guard. The sharp contrast made the eyes very uncomfortable.
Zhou Ze subconsciously closed his eyes. Beside his ears was the hustle and bustle of traffic and the hubbub of voices. He seemed to be standing on the street.
After a while, when he opened his eyes again, he saw that everything around him was so familiar.
Familiar streets. Familiar streetlights. Familiar fire hydrants. Familiar "I heard it, so I heard it" sign.
He looked sideways. Sure enough, he was lying down on the sofa by the French window of the study. He was holding a newspaper in his hand. While he was reading, he was adding sugar cubes into his coffee cup.
Was it here this time? Was it the study room?
Zhou Ze did not move. Instead, he continued to stand quietly on the same spot. People were passing by him from time to time, but it had nothing to do with him at all.
