After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiao woke up in a daze, his eyes met with light, slightly dazzling, and within the halo, the outline of a blurry face appeared.
Though he couldn't see clearly for a moment, it gave him a familiar and reassuring feeling.
"You're awake." The other person held his left arm slightly tighter, with a trace of uncontrollable joy in their tone.
Yang Xiao opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound; at the moment, his throat was dry and harsh, as if he had swallowed several large mouthfuls of sand.
"Don't rush to speak, just listen to me," they said.
The person beside him was, of course, Tong Han, who softly lowered her voice, "The Ju Mountain Family already knows about your situation. You brought back an old radio, but I haven't seen it myself; I only heard them talk about it."
Yang Xiao gradually regained some consciousness, and memories of the experiences in the Nightmare World slowly resurfaced.
