After experiencing so many scenarios, Little Treasure Hunting Ghost knew perfectly well that none of this was real.
It lay on the hospital bed, listening to the human who looked exactly like its own Beast Tamer say many things, most of which it could not understand.
After listening for a while, Little Treasure Hunting Ghost grew hungry and instinctively raised a paw to take off its Ring.
When it touched its head, the Ring was gone.
"Ghost..."
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost pursed its lips.
"You're hungry, aren't you?" The person who looked like Qiao Sang took a black fruit from the fruit basket beside her and handed it over. "Here, your favorite Nether Candle Fruit."
"Ghost."
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost uncontrollably accepted it and began eating.
It sighed inwardly. It wanted milk, not this ugly black thing.
"You're so grown up already. How are you still getting juice everywhere when you eat?" The person who looked like Qiao Sang smiled and pulled out a tissue from the side to wipe the corner of Little Treasure Hunting Ghost's mouth.
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost froze for a moment. For the first time, it saw a shadow of its own Beast Tamer in the human before it.
Time passed quickly in the dream. It seemed as though nothing had happened, yet this person had grown old.
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost stared at the white-haired, wrinkled human before it, unable to believe she was the same person who had once looked like its Beast Tamer.
She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her face pale and bloodless, all kinds of tubes inserted into her body.
Little Treasure Hunting Ghost felt inexplicably uneasy. This unease was no longer something imposed on it by the dream; it belonged to itself.
After an unknown