On a midsummer morning, the sanatorium was quietly serene.
Sunlight angled through the half-open window, casting a dazzling glow on the neat, empty bed.
Outside, the shadows of the camphor trees danced, swayed gently by the breeze.
Occasionally, a few crisp bird calls could be heard, highlighting the silence inside the room.
Suddenly, a faint buzzing sound came from the corner near the wardrobe.
The previously calm air rippled outward in circles, like water waves.
Soon after, a slit cracked open from the center of the ripple, like a giant sleeping eye slowly awakening.
The slit pulled apart rapidly, expanding into a door over two meters tall, emitting a faint blue glow.
Plop.
A sneaker-clad foot stepped out first, firmly landing on the wooden floor of the dormitory.
Following that, Fang Cheng's tall and straight figure stepped out from the blue light curtain.
The space gate behind him quickly shrank inward, turning into a point of light that vanished into invisibility.
