Su Tianyu opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling sunlight made him subconsciously raise his hands to block it. The sound of car horns and the noise of the crowd could be heard in my ears, so familiar yet strange.
"Am I... Still alive?"
He looked down at his hands. There were no hideous scars, and there was no dried blood between the nails. He was wearing a clean T-shirt and jeans instead of the tattered tactical vest.
