Huai Shi: "..."
Yuan Yuan: "..."
Yuan Zhao: "..."
In the awkward silence, Yuan Zhao looked around as if awakening from a dream, not knowing what had happened.
"What's wrong?" he asked blankly, looking at Huai Shi. "Why am I tied up? Why does my face hurt so much? Did someone hit me? And why is everyone staring at me?"
"Well... it's a long story."
Huai Shi awkwardly diverted his gaze, then stealthily kicked the broken figurine he had hidden behind himself further away. "You were just corrupted by the Rotting Dream, and, well, everyone tried everything to save you."
"...I remember now."
Yuan Zhao's face turned ashen. "It was like a nightmare. I dreamed of a pitch-black woman climbing out of the sea, like a ghost, and crawling into the Group Star."
At that moment, a chill rose in Huai Shi's heart.
He heard Yuan Zhao whisper in terror, "She seems to be right beside me..."
Sharp, shattering sounds rang out, one after another, accompanied by sudden, piercing screams.
