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.,"That's pretty good too, no need to worry about the future, no need to worry about life.",He only felt a chill all over and fell into a state of half-sleep, half-awake meditation.。