In the afternoon, Rong Taotao was woken by hunger.
Although he had just been through a life-or-death battle that morning—a fight he experienced while severely wounded and in extremely poor physical condition—strictly speaking, the one who was injured was Rong Yang, not Rong Taotao.
Rong Taotao had only forcibly controlled his brother Rong Yang's body, which had left him mentally exhausted. After a good sleep, he felt much more clear-headed.
It was afternoon, and the sky had not yet darkened.
Sitting up in bed, Rong Taotao found himself in his dorm room. On the sofa in the distance, Yang Chunxi was sitting silently, lost in a daze.
"Chunxi?" Rong Taotao called out tentatively.
"You're awake?" Yang Chunxi's head snapped toward him. She quickly walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked with concern, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. I wasn't really hurt myself. But my brother..." As he spoke, Rong Taotao's voice trailed off.
