During those two or three months of what he called "seeing heaven and earth."
In the end, black and white had blurred together into a chaotic gray.
It wasn't the pain of clarity.
Nor was it the depravity of being completely lost.
Instead, it was an impartial state, somewhere in between.
'There are still two slots left. I'll have to think about it some more and see if any other candidates pop up to keep as backups.'
...
Just then, Lin Chu's thoughts drifted to the food delivery driver he had met back in North Sea, the one he had given a million yuan to.
On a whim, Lin Chu pulled up his contacts and sent the man a message.
"How have you been, Ah Liang?"
'His name was Qin Weiliang, if I remember correctly.'
