Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes, and observed the surroundings.
The morning sunlight filtered through floral curtains, casting fine golden lines that illuminated every corner of the room.
The desk was close against the windowsill, and the wooden surface's texture reflected a warm luster under the gentle caress of sunlight.
A few recent law books were neatly stacked on top, faintly emitting the smell of ink.
Within the bedroom, the outlines of all the items were distinctly delineated, draped in a light halo.
However, it was like an overly rendered video game scene.
The excessive clarity made it seem somewhat unreal.
Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, then he raised his hand.
With a "snap," he snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the scene in the room seemed to be enchanted.
Daylight swiftly retreated, and darkness surged in like a tide.
It seemed that the warm scene bathed in sunlight just now was but a fleeting dream.
