Following Jiang Shun's ominous remarks, Gu Luoxin's sleep for the first night in the Cycle was far from peaceful.
It was restless, plagued by a hazy dream where he was being chased after a grotesque mass of shadows. One moment he was running frantically along the winding corridors, and the next moment, he found himself bound to the experimental table with the harsh operating lights piercing his retina.
Before the sharp tool could pierce his eye, Gu Luoxin gasped awake with cold sweats all over his body. And then he decisively forwent any further attempt to close his eyes, opting to stare dazedly at the clock hanging on the wall instead. Counting each second and minute that went by, waiting for the arrival of dawn.
Fortunately, nothing else happened. The shadowy figure no longer showed itself in their room.
