"I really hadn't expected to sleep so poorly last night. But that made sense—if I could sleep well after this, I'd really be no different from someone without a conscience. Thinking about it now, I really was so pitiful! And now I was like a little animal with no one to help it, muddling through life in this world!"
Uzumaki Chenhao woke early the next morning. He had suffered from insomnia several times the night before and could not fall asleep. Even though he was exhausted after waking up, he still could not sleep. It seemed there were still things weighing on his heart.
At that moment, he suddenly entered his own consciousness. Only then did he discover that the lights in his mind had vanished as well. Everything had become a vast expanse of white, with no arrows visible anywhere. And when he called for the system, there was no response.
"So we really have been separated. Suddenly, I feel even sadder. And if I want someone to talk to in the future, I won't have my most important friend anymore. In the end, you still left me!" Uzumaki Chenhao closed his eyes, and tears suddenly streamed down his face.
Someone as strong as him—if others saw him crying here, they would surely think he had suffered an immense blow.
Back in reality, Uzumaki Chenhao was far more dejected. He had no energy, and his eyes no longer held much color. They were completely dim.
He remained in that state for the entire day. Only at night did he gradually regain a little spirit, though he was still deeply sad and miserable. It felt as though it would take several days for this feeling to fade, and he would remember this matter for the rest of his life.
*"Forget