Harvest, Back to Five Digits

Croak…

Croak…

Croak croak croak croak…

"It's said that frog croaks indicate a good harvest for Daohuaxiang!"

"With so many frogs, next year's harvest is definitely…"

"Huh?"

In a trance, Su Mo—who was dreaming that he was standing in a field filled with frog sounds all around him—suddenly realized that these frog sounds seemed to be…

Surrounding his ears!

He was certain that he was dreaming but, the next moment, slowly opened his eyes as his consciousness slowly returned to his body, his entire body aching.

Last night, he had fallen asleep slumped against the corner of the wall. Having slept in this 90-degree position, not mentioning the other parts of his body, his waist was already protesting madly.

Rubbing his waist, he felt that his dreams and reality couldn't have been more different.