Jiang Che only felt his consciousness submerged in darkness.
In the distance, there was a familiar small building; it was his home.
Inside, the orange light spilled out through the windows, illuminating the glass, the building, the street...
This was a straight path leading home, the street lamps on both sides also bright orange; beyond this road lay ruins.
Beyond the road, the world was gradually collapsing.
The home before his eyes also rippled like water from time to time.
Each time it rippled, Jiang Che's consciousness would become clearer.
His mental world was breaking down, but he desperately tried to keep the home in his mental world intact.
He saw what looked like a few people standing at the doorstep, the projection of the family photo in the depths of his consciousness seemed to be waving at him.
The photo in Jiang Che's consciousness turned from black and white to color.
