Ye Buyu instinctively screamed, pushed the strange thing away, and craned her neck as she frantically leaned back.
"Lady, who are you? I don't know you!"
The illusory soul gripped her soul, examining her from left to right.
"It's Little Ye, all right. White as can be, but she likes crouching in the dark and can't say a single word. Little white Ye is timid and small, crouching in a corner without speaking at all~"
Playful laughter came from all around, layer upon layer. Ye Buyu's pupils contracted slightly, and her heart rippled ceaselessly as the calls grew clearer, one after another.
"Right, right! Little Ye didn't know anything back then."
"Exactly, exactly! She was such a silly goose."
"Too bad the gift is gone now. What a shame, what a shame..."
What does this all mean? Do I really know these guys?
Was it in the past, or some time before that?
Ye Buyu's head felt like paste that had been stirred for ages. She had absolutely no idea what was happening.
She felt as though her soul was floating, surrounded by something.
She saw Wan Lan's figure flash past and saw golden flames surge up, but she could hear nothing except the whispering voices of little children beside her ears.
Black that had already grown dim.
"Sleep. Once you wake up, there'll be another gift."
The endless ranks of transparent infants were like a bottomless chain, dragging Ye Buyu down into boundless darkness.
Accompanied by those childish voices, Ye Buyu's eyes gradually closed helplessly. As though she had returned to her very first warm bed, she sank irresistibly into a deep sleep.
Wan Lan had intended to wake Ye Buyu, but the invisible infants blocked her. A rising black tide engulfed her, and the next second, Wan Lan