...It felt like she was in an eternal, fragmented nightmare.
The silhouette of the fat man and Ren Nan phased in and out uncontrollably in her mind. The face of Ji Shanqing slowly turned into a face that she was familiar with. The memories, sensation, emotions of when she first time stepped into the apocalypse world broke free from the shackles, becoming more apparent and more vivid in her brain and arousing something residing within her body.
Voices rushed away like a tidal wave from her brain, and she felt serene. The world was slowly connecting together like montages of a movie. All of them turned lucid, no longer the meaningless strange, haphazard footage in her mind.
When she once again lifted her eyes, the fat man had turned his head in her direction. Holding a pocket knife in his hand, he looked stupid.
