It was just past six in the morning, and the light in the operating room was still on. A solitary figure in the corridor was elongated by the light.
In his youth, Pei Che was as flamboyant and fearless as other boys. With a privileged background, he explored a wider range of activities — racing, rock climbing, swimming, skydiving — he was good at all. Compared to boys focused solely on studies, he had a stronger physique.
He jumped into the water with all his might to rescue someone, and now, he was completely exhausted. Leaning against the wall, he slid down to the floor, his long legs bent, elbow resting on his knee, burying his whole face into his arms. Even something as simple as breathing felt exhausting.
The passage of time felt incredibly long to him.
A light footstep approached. Pei Che heard it and slowly lifted his head. He knew he looked disheveled now, like a roadside beggar no one would doubt.
