"Alright, alright, it's nothing serious, just a little outing. You should head back now and drink the miracle drug to get some rest." Colton said, appearing somewhat impatient.
He waved his hand, signaling Charles to leave.
Charles didn't press further and turned to exit the wooden cabin.
Once Colton saw Charles's figure disappear from view, the relief and nonchalance on his face quickly shifted to heaviness.
The situation was actually not as simple as he had described. Over time, even if Charles didn't actively think about it, those images would still influence him spontaneously.
"Sigh, this is the downside of having such high talent. In a sense, it's a disaster!" Colton lamented.
He hadn't expected Charles's spiritual sensitivity to be even higher than he had imagined!
It was as if fate had arranged for Charles to encounter a "familiar"!