The heavy curtains hung tightly, completely blocking out any outside light sources.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore in the distance, with a unique rhythm, drifted faintly alongside the summer night breeze.
The bedroom felt like a deep, dark ocean, where only the vague outlines of simple furniture arrangements could be discerned.
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, his back straight as an arrow, his hands naturally resting on his knees.
His chest rose and fell minutely, and his breaths were spaced so far apart that they almost seemed to vanish.
He appeared to merge with the surrounding darkness, entering a deep state of meditation.
"Beep beep beep—beep beep beep—"
The electronic clock on the bedside table lit up with a green glow, emitting a crisp ringing sound.
The time displayed on the clock read exactly 4:00.
Fang Cheng abruptly opened his eyes.
In that instant, it felt as if a silent lightning bolt sliced through the dim bedroom.
