Thump, thump, thump.
Ming'an could hear his own heartbeat racing in the pitch darkness, his ears full of resonance and whispering.
He scratched his arm, and the pain snapped him to clarity.
"—Hello, I am Yasa Acto."
Under the light, a white cat sitting on a swivel chair slowly turned around to look at Su Ming'an standing at the entrance of the basement, "Surprised to see me?"
"..."
Ming'an's vision couldn't focus.
"Hmm?" The white cat appeared slightly startled, "So surprised you can't even respond?"
Ming'an wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
It seemed he had rewound to the moment in the basement when he first saw the white cat, before going upstairs to find Lin Guang in the hall, and before seeing the spring screening room for the middle-aged.
The impact of emotional resonance on a person's thoughts, memories, and emotions. This rewind surely had issues; he hadn't been in such bad shape before.
