While Zhou Mushen and Jiang Jiamian slept in the same bed, in another place, Li Zhe lay on a cold floor, waking and blacking out repeatedly from pain.
He didn't know if it was the third or fourth time he regained consciousness before he finally found a little strength.
Enduring the still-intense pain, he dragged himself forward half a meter.
He knew he had no choice but to call for help.
This was his home.
The rent was paid yearly. Unless something happened, the landlord wouldn't come.
No one would find him.
He couldn't, absolutely couldn't, die alone in a rented room like in his previous life, only to be discovered after his body decomposed.
The thought, eerily similar to his former ending, made his mind blur. Past and present overlapped, leaving him doubting whether his rebirth had ever been real or just a dying hallucination.
A powerful will to survive surged inside him.
He struggled desperately toward the door.
