In the present, Lu Nian rubbed his temples, trying to wash away the fragments of memory, but they clung to him stubbornly. Sitting at the bus station, he exhaled a long, shaky breath, willing himself to calm down. Yet in his mind, a name kept echoing again and again.
"Feng…" he whispered under his breath. "Who the hell is he?"
Frustration boiled up inside him, and he suddenly burst out, his voice rough with regret.
"Why did I drink last night?"
The sound of the approaching bus cut through his thoughts. With a weary sigh, he stood and quickly boarded, sinking into a seat, hoping the ride would quiet his restless mind.
Meanwhile, in a sleek office across the city, Feng leaned back in his chair. His secretary stood before him, tablet in hand.
"Sir, his name is Lu Nian. He's a university student."
Feng's lips curled into a slow smile. "Send me his location and number."
