Nightfall arrived, and lights went out.
In the dormitory, darkness enveloped everything, with only the faint moonlight penetrating through the window.
All things around were immersed in the hazy night.
Fang Cheng sat with closed eyes, his breathing calm and extended.
Accompanied by this sense of tranquility and solitude, his thoughts seemed to drift in the darkness.
Suddenly, noisy voices from next door disrupted the contemplative silence.
Fang Cheng opened his bright eyes and murmured to himself:
"It's still not working..."
He then glanced down at the mobile phone by his side.
The display showed it was only 7:06.
Meaning that his meditation had lasted just over half an hour.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng shook his head in disappointment, then stretched his legs off the bed and walked to the window.
Outside, the fog was dense, seemingly thicker than in previous days.
