"Protect the thirty children, do not let a single one of them die!"
Han Fei felt like he was desperately trying to grasp onto something. He clenched his hand, but the other still dissipated in his world.
Opening his eyes, a tear stain hung on his cheek, an indescribable sadness filled his heart, leaving him momentarily speechless.
The smell of disinfectant wafted into his nostrils, and Han Fei's body felt intense pain, a suffering that spread from the inside out, as if trying to separate his spirit and flesh.
Looking around, Han Fei lay on a hospital bed in the school infirmary, it seemed he had returned to reality, everything felt so real.
"Where is this?"
Memories shattered into pieces, drifting in his brain sea, taking him a long time to recall his own name.
"Han Fei..."
Sitting up slowly from the bed, Han Fei wore plain clothes, a pack of cheap cigarettes and a crumpled class assessment form in his pocket.
