Luo Zheng looked at the pristine bed sheets and the clean, tidy room, feeling as if he were dreaming. His tightly wound nerves finally relaxed, and he fell onto the bed, so comfortable that he had no desire to move. He eventually fell asleep, and by the time he woke up, it was already evening. Luo Zheng remembered he had yet to write his report, so he quickly got up, saw instant noodles in the room, prepared a bowl to satiate his hunger, and then picked up pen and paper to gather his thoughts.
Starting with the checkpoint tragedy, through the night pursuit, encountering Lan Xue, and then hunting down the enemy and sniping the targets all played out in his mind like scenes from a movie. Luo Zheng wrote feverishly, detailing the series of events without a breath. Unsure of how to structure the report or what format to use, he decided to simply relay everything that happened.
