Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at his surroundings. He was in a simple but very clean room built with wooden frames, lying on a crude wooden bed, utterly confused. He'd just been driving along the highway. With the end of the year approaching, Lin Feng was hurrying to meet an old friend when a huge truck suddenly came hurtling toward him. His car and he were thrown off the road, and Lin Feng blacked out in an instant, though he remained somewhat conscious. At that moment, he saw a fleshy-faced man come over to check on him, then take out his phone and say, "Miss Xu, it's taken care of. You can rest easy." At those words, Lin Feng's eyes flew open. Xu Ruyan, his childhood sweetheart. They'd gone through school together, attended the same university, and even chosen the same company after graduation. And now, just because she wanted the position of regional director for South China, she'd had him killed. He couldn't believe it. But his awareness slowly faded, and he seemed to drift endlessly through the darkness. He didn't know how long he floated there. Maybe a year or two, maybe ten thousand years. Then, suddenly, he saw a light. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around at the simple but clean room. At first, he was confused, unsure where he was or what he was doing. Then a huge flood of memories poured into his mind like a digital deluge, and his head hurt as if it were about to explode. Since he was in an unfamiliar place, he didn't dare make a sound. He squeezed his eyes shut and endured the pain, slowly piecing together the situation. This was a parallel world...
