Long Xiliang suddenly opened his eyes, removed his glasses, and breathed heavily as if his chest was violently hit by a heavy object.
His eyes, however, were empty and unfocused.
He hadn't fully awakened from his dream, and as he gasped heavily, his gaze began to change.
It became indifferent, as if unwilling to recall the distant past, and then turned cold and hostile, as though harboring hatred for the past.
When Long Xiliang fully regained consciousness, he suddenly felt a pain in his palm.
He spread his hand open, only to see that the glasses in his grip were crushed.
The gold frame was distorted, and the resin lenses were shattered into pieces, with sharp fragments piercing into his palm—no wonder it hurt.
His expression indifferent, he pulled the embedded shards out of his palm.
