In the long dream, Huai Shi heard raindrops falling against the window, crisp at first, then gradually growing denser. He turned over and went back to sleep, only to hear the clear patter of rain steadily rise in pitch until it became knocking at the door, disturbing his pleasant dream.
At last, he sighed irritably and opened his eyes.
Then he saw Raymond's cheerful smile outside the life-support pod. Raymond waved excitedly at him and even pulled out his phone with a click.
As though he had forgotten the scars and pain of the past, and had stepped out from the shadow of having his left foot enter the bridge first and getting hung from the prow.
Brother, you really aren't afraid of dying, are you?
Huai Shi did a sit-up inside the "coffin," pushed open the door, and leaned against the frame, gasping for a long while before managing to crawl out. He still felt incredibly weak.
"How long was I asleep?" he asked blankly.
"Let me see..." Raymond glanced at the time. "A little over an hour, probably."
"That fast?"
Huai Shi was stunned. He had never expected it.
An hour?
What was the difference between that and closing his eyes, then opening them again?
He had already been prepared to sleep until the War of the Worlds was over.
After Dongjun's performance earlier, his overloaded divinity had practically burned him dry. He had been ready to wake up after a good sleep only to find the battle finished, so why had he just lain down only to be dragged back up again?
Besides, although he was temporarily weak, his soul and body felt as though they had been completely refreshed—light and comfortable.
He even felt more suited than before to bringing out Dongjun's full potential.
Unbelievable.
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