"Tap, tap, tap."
In the dark, lamp-lit corridor, Su Ming'an's consciousness wavered and sunk.
He stared with dilated pupils at the figure struggling to save him, unable to recognize who it was.
That person dragged him around the corner, past an ivory-white, broken-winged angel statue, across crimson wallpaper reflecting intricate gold patterns, while the air wafted with the scent of cedar and roses from a vase.
From some corner of the ceiling, a broadcast carried an angry deity's voice:
"Run, keep running. Su Ming'an, let's see how long you can run..."
Su Ming'an didn't utter a sound.
His consciousness was constantly sinking into the deep sea.
"...Wake up, wake up."
The person kept running, reminding him not to fall asleep.
Through the haze of his hearing, Su Ming'an raised his head and saw the other's clear eyes, which were like two amber-stained glass windows. But soon his vision blurred again, and that floating white hair under the light resembled a lively dandelion.
