Dawn.
Yang Jian opened his eyes and woke up from the bed.
He lived another day in this world, but he did not possess the vitality to welcome a brand new day, as it signified the reduction of his time to live.
The countdown of his life continued.
Fortunately, he was able to withstand the immense pressure of death, preventing him from a mental breakdown like others might have suffered under such stress.
"Now the mutual restraint of ghosts within my body has reached a certain limit, and it seems that some of the lost emotions have returned." Yang Jian contemplated, glancing over at his side with a hint of redness in his eyes.
A mature, soft woman was curled up in his arms, sound asleep.
Yang Jian didn't speak; instead, he gently pushed the woman away, sat up, and looked out the window.
Sunlight streamed in, adding a touch of warmth to the slightly chilly room.
Today was fine weather.
"So early? Why not rest a little more?"
