The office had been gloomy all day. No one was in the mood to joke around.
I was a little worried I might use my abilities without realizing it, but I didn't.
That night, I slept soundly, too.
The next day was the weekend.
When I woke naturally in the morning, my whole body felt sore and weak. Maybe I'd slept a little too long.
After breakfast, I watched TV for a while. I felt pretty good, but hesitated over whether to go to the agency and enter the dream that day.
I contacted Wu Ling and asked what she thought.
Wu Ling asked how I was feeling, then gave me a definite answer.
"...But we'll also have to see how Ye Qing is doing. He can't control his ability, but it still drains his energy. And given his current condition, I can't be sure he's ready."
Hearing Wu Ling say that, I felt a little worried, too.
When I'd left the agency that day, Ye Qing had seemed fine.
Wu Ling and the others drove over to pick me up and take me to the agency.
They parked inside the residential complex and waited in the car.
"If anything happens, contact us. We'll keep watch," Wu Ling said, handing me a voice recorder, too.
Gu Mo curled her lip.
Nangong Yao opened his laptop.
"You're really well prepared," I said, feeling a little awkward.
Compared to the last time, when I'd charged straight into the agency and entered the dream without a word, Wu Ling and the others were certainly well prepared.
"We'll be able to hear what's going on over there," Wu Ling said.
I nodded to show I understood, though I still didn't quite see why they'd chosen to wait downstairs.
Wu Ling seemed to read my