"Boss, boss?"
The faint calling seemed to drift from the horizon, slowly seeping into Zhou Wang's ears.
His consciousness felt heavy, as if he were a drowning man slowly struggling his way up from the depths. Zhou Wang had no idea how much effort it took before he finally saw the light above the surface of the water.
At last, with a gasp of breath he broke free, and the calling became clear, with a slight warmth lingering near his ear.
Zhou Wang was tense at first, but as soon as he felt his body, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his hand, pulled off the blindfold from his face, and turned to see Miao Ying squatting by the bedside, watching him with worry in her eyes.
For a moment, that face became a blur, overlapping with the memory of a pretty face with blonde hair and blue eyes, but as Zhou Wang blinked, everything came back into focus, revealing Miao Ying's spirited, oval face so close.
