Chen Xiao staggered out of the room, disappearing from the sight of patient "202."
He did not say much else to him.
The patient, who had just awakened from a dream of over a decade, realized that the obsession of his lifetime and the young life lost that summer, in the eyes of the other party, were nothing more than a minor episode. If these sad experiences were to be written into a novel, he might not even deserve a name.
Of course, no one would care about his name, nor would anyone care about the truth of this story.
All of it would quickly be forgotten like a dream upon waking, lost without a trace.
...
...
This mission had ended... and these two chairs were the ultimate objective of this mission.
Their origins were surely untraceable now, and as for what kind of "technology" they contained, Chen Xiao had no inclination to delve into that now, as these matters were usually handled by the "research center" and those old immortals.
