Lin Xuan remembered clearly that he was working overtime just now.
I stayed up all night for three consecutive days, staring at the code on the computer screen. Finally, my vision went dark and I fell down directly at my workstation. Before his consciousness dissipated, he had only one thought in his mind - he would never be a social animal again in his next life.
Then he woke up.
When I woke up, there were dark clouds overhead, and countless purple thunders rolled and roared in the sky, like ferocious dragons shuttled through the clouds. The air was filled with a burning smell, and the ground beneath his feet was scorched black, with broken stones and bottomless ravines everywhere.
Lin Xuan looked at his hands blankly. They were white and slender, with clear joints, and there was a faint movement of light in the palms of his hands. These are not his calloused hands from typing on keyboards all year round.
"I... Did I travel through time?"
