Time, space, even one's own existence, all seemed to lose meaning in this state of flux.
It was a comfort, and if the current state could persist, it seemed like all troubles, all pain, could vanish.
Unwilling to wake up...
But not waking was not an option!
If he never woke up, death would be the only thing waiting for him!
Jia Yan seemed to understand this in his unconscious state.
He didn't expect any savior, nor did he anticipate miracles!
In this world, the only thing he could always count on was his own strength!
At least up to now, this was Big Mosquito's wisdom of survival.
"Since my rebirth, I've always relied on myself, and it will always be that way! Therefore, I must wake up! I control my own destiny!"
In Big Mosquito's mind, this indomitable determination became increasingly solidified.
My life is my own not heaven's decision!
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——————————————-
An inexplicably eerie noise was continuously coming from the ear.
