In the boundless darkness, Shen Yangge struggled awake and discovered that he had fallen into that dream again. Fires burned all around him.
The flames devoured the invisible particles in the air.
The moment they saw him wake up, those mischievous flames suddenly became solemn.
Shen Yangge had no idea why he felt they had become solemn.
His surroundings had barely changed, but directly above him was a circular platform resembling a rooftop terrace, with no steps leading up to it.
The flames circled him until one little flame broke away from the rest and nervously guided him toward the terrace. Somehow, Shen Yangge understood what it meant. He stood up and walked upward, one barefoot step at a time.
Though there were clearly no steps beneath his feet, some invisible wind seemed to support him, allowing him to walk steadily up to the large circular platform.
Once he reached it, Shen Yangge's expression turned peculiar. He had seen something utterly unbelievable: the large circular platform resembled a highly advanced spacecraft control room, surrounded by tiny screens.
The screens displayed all sorts of Small Worlds.
On the main console, a video showed him unconscious, half cradled in Chu Xuanzhi's arms. The angle was clear, and the footage played with extraordinary smoothness.
The little flame stopped before that screen, then transformed in a flash into a Little Dragon Baby with Dragon Horns. He pointed at the unconscious Shen Yangge on the screen, then at himself, as though trying to say something, yet he never opened his mouth.
Shen Yangge: "..."
He walked over barefoot and stared at the large screen. After several seconds of silence, he asked, "What are you trying to say?"
The Little Dragon Baby hugged his own tail forlornly and spun in the air, waving his fair little