It was the same hospital room, but it felt completely different; the gloomy and chill atmosphere was gone, replaced by the warm and comforting light from the ceiling lamp above.
Yu Shu lay quietly on the nearby stretcher. Yang Xiao tried to sit up, but it took several attempts to succeed. His head felt heavy and foggy, as if he had overtaxed his brain.
After vacillating repeatedly between dreams and reality, Yang Xiao's ability to distinguish the two worlds grew increasingly blurred. He now wasn't even sure whether he had returned or failed.
He didn't rashly reach out to Yu Shu; instead, he struggled to his feet and walked towards the door, which he pushed open to reveal a wide and brightly lit corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant.
"I really... came back."
Hurried footsteps approached from down the corridor. Yang Xiao turned his body, trying hard to see, but could only catch glimpses of several figures.