At 4:30 in the morning, Cang Chen'e stood in front of the full-length mirror in the rental house.
He had seen that face in the mirror for thirty-four years, but today it felt particularly strange. His face was sallow, his eye sockets were sunken, and his cheekbones seemed to be poking out of his skin.
"Fuck."
He cursed and raised his hands to rub his face. The skin is dry and astringent, and dandruff will fall off with just a little rubbing.
As I was getting dressed, my hands started shaking again.
The middle and index fingers of my right hand were shaking uncontrollably, and I had to pick out the buttons of my shirt three times. The white button slipped between the fingers, just like the heart lying on the autopsy table that year - slippery, sticky, and impossible to grasp.
"Ding."
The familiar notification sound startled Cang Chen'e.
[System prompt: The remaining power is 18% and the remaining life is 20 days. Existing conversion points: 5200 points.
[Option A: 1,000 conversion points = 1 day lifespan]
[Option B: 5,000 conversion points = 7 days lifespan]
