Remembering the past silently, Lu Jiangxian had a splitting headache. All he could recall was himself collapsing on his bed, weak and drained. The smoke from his rental room and the neon lights flickered around him.,Having opened a bottle of beer, I sat at the dimly lit computer desk. As a dizzying sensation rose within me, my heart pounded rapidly and my breathing became increasingly labored.,"That's pretty good too, no need to worry about the future, no need to worry about life."。