"Good!"
Tian Zhan felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the scene before him changed.
He seemed to have returned to a few years ago, back when he was young and hadn't grown a beard.
At that time, he was full of zest, exuding a vigor and vitality that no one else possessed in whatever he did.
"The project will be developed in isolation, abandoning all external communication for the next two months."
"If you have matters to attend to, leave now; if not, let's fuel up!"
And then... there was only a bleak gray.
His daughter's body appeared in the morgue.
It was an extremely rare disease.
If he had been there at the time, he could have reached out and, using his connections, found a doctor with sufficient technical skills elsewhere, but he wasn't there.
He sat despondently in front of the equipment of the completed experimental project, his eyes deathly silent.
Suddenly, Tian Zhan awoke from the nightmare.
Though what had just happened was merely a dream, reality mirrored it.
