Black mist surged out of Mitian, rapidly spreading through the disposal room with a bone-deep chill.
It circled and twisted in the air, finally condensing into a black "ribbon" that shot toward Bo Yi a short distance away.
The wisps of black mist seemed alive, deftly wrapping little Bo Yi up entirely. The cold mist gently covered his battered skin, and the wounds deep enough to expose bone began healing at a visible speed. Some of it carefully seeped through his wounds and skin into his body, then began moving through him.
Though the mist was icy cold, Bo Yi felt warmth rising inside him, as though that powerful force had completely wiped away all his pain and exhaustion. Even the body heat he had lost began gradually returning, and color crept back into his pale face.
He had no idea how much time passed. Once his body had finally finished healing, the black mist carefully lowered Bo Yi to the floor. The mist lingering before his eyes slowly dispersed, and a tall, slender figure stepped unhurriedly out of it.
With a faintly detached look in his eyes, he studied his hands, which had returned to their original state, with a little wonder.
Just as I thought...
This is a dream...
For some reason, though, after deliberately trying to forget, he had gone a long time without dreaming about his childhood. After all, those were hardly memories worth revisiting. Yet this time, he had not only dreamed of his childhood, but also of Mitian, who should never have appeared back then...
Bo Yi pressed his lips together gently.
I don't really want to admit that I've been dreaming about him because I've been thinking about him all day...
Speaking of Mitian, where is he?
Bo Yi looked up. Only after