He was just a boosting player pulling all-nighters and taking jobs at an internet cafe.
His younger sister, Su Yan, lay in a hospital room, and the 87,000 yuan medical bill weighed on his shoulders with the precision of a bullet to the chest.
All he cared about was whether he could win this job, whether he could get the next one, and whether his sister could survive.
Then, at a certain moment, he heard his own heartbeat again through the crosshairs of his sniper scope.
His gun was no longer aimed at the past, but at the future.
