As his vision darkened, Tang Zheng was teleported out of the Trojan Room. Before he even opened his eyes, the cool night wind brushed against his cheeks. He took a deep breath, and the air, still carrying the chill of early spring, filled his lungs. That sensation gave him a taste of what it felt like to truly be alive.
"That's the thirteenth time already!" he exclaimed and pulled out his mobile phone to switch it on.
He was at a newly topped-off building where the scaffolding had been removed and interior work was underway. The sky was clear, dotted with stars, and the bright moonlight cast a silvery glow on the ground, like a beach of silver sand that was intoxicating.
The door to the rooftop hadn't been installed yet, which saved Tang Zheng a lot of trouble. However, just as he started to walk over, a faint gasp from a woman suddenly emanated from her throat, echoing in the air, hitting his eardrums, and progressively becoming more rapid and shrill.
