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Chapter 2: Saving Aliya
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... of metal friction was Lin Yu’an’s last memory.
He remembered the truck, remembered the container that fell off uncontrollably, and the terrified screams of the crowd around...
"Buzz—"
Suddenly, Lin Yu’an sat up from the bed, his chest heaving violently, and fine beads of cold sweat covered his forehead.
An unfamiliar ceiling... no, a familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.
He looked around, cheap IKEA-style furniture, a desk scattered with several heavy English ...
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