Every breath carried a choking sulfur smell, as if the entire world had become an overexploited mineral factory.
No scent of flowers, nor could one hear the chirping of birds or the buzzing of insects.
Instead, sometimes in the ears rang the barely audible roars of monsters, blurring the line between reality and dreamscape for a moment.
What a familiar scent!
Is this a dream?
Was everything that just happened... also a dream?
Tang Fei opened his eyes and found himself staring right into a pair of blood-red pupils.
"Bro, you're awake?" Little Fatty said with a wide grin, but as he smiled, his eyes began to moisten.
"Crying for what? Ain't I alive and well?"
Tang Fei feigned anger as he scolded.
He stretched his hand to wipe away Little Fatty's tears but, recalling how salty the tears were and how dirty the round face was, he withdrew his hand.
Little Fatty had grown up; it wasn't polite to wipe his hands on someone else's clothes.
