Ah Dai gradually woke up from his coma, squinting his eyes against the piercing light as sharp pain coursed through his body. He seemed to be in a simple room, sparsely furnished with only a table and a few chairs. Farming tools hung on the walls, and the glaring light came from outside the window. In his haze, Ah Dai murmured, "Where... Where am I?"
"You're in my house." A middle-aged man approached Ah Dai. His clothes were plain, his weathered face showing traces of a hard life, making him look like a simple farmer. "Brother, what happened to you? Looks like you've had a tough time!"
Hearing the man's words, Ah Dai couldn't help but recall the moments before he passed out. He had been running frantically, falling over again and again, each time clawing himself back up, only to fall once more. He didn't know how long he'd kept going, until his body and will finally gave out, and he collapsed unconscious. That was all he remembered. "Uncle, was it you who saved me?"
