Ye Muxuan furrowed his brow slightly. Without realizing it, the silver-blue object had affected his mind. It was true that he was aboard a spaceship and there had been no warning of danger, but the object was still dangerous enough to make him wary.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Muxuan cut his palm and pressed the silver-blue triangular prism against the wound.
Silently, the triangular prism touched his blood and melted like snow beneath a blazing sun, turning into silver-blue liquid that seeped into the wound.
Towering buildings, bustling streets, the endless churn of everyday life.
In a three-bedroom apartment, Ye Muxuan lay on his side in bed, waking from a dream. His eyelids twitched before he slowly opened his eyes. Through a gap in the curtains, he saw the faint glow of dawn. The morning bustle outside slipped in through the gap, where the curtains hadn't been drawn shut.
"You little brat! Get up already! Are you going to class or not?"
A familiar scolding voice rang out from the next room, crashing through the crack beneath the door. Ye Muxuan instinctively grabbed the edge of the quilt and pulled it over his head.
His movements were practiced enough to make one's heart ache.
Huh? Wait, that wasn't right!
Ye Muxuan abruptly threw off the quilt. Bare-chested and wearing only a pair of shorts, he sprang out of bed in one swift motion and landed barefoot on the cool floor, his gaze quickly sweeping over the room.
In the dawn light, a pale wooden wardrobe with its doors shut stood to his right. To his left was a desk, with the desk lamp switched off. Open books lay scattered across it, along with exam papers that had been folded and left in a messy pile, a sheet of