He Xiuyu closed his eyes, listening to the rustling leaves outside, remaining calm and composed, and indeed, swiftly fell asleep.
But it seemed in the blink of an eye, he fell from darkness into another place.
It was a boundless space shrouded in fog with no visible ground, yet he walked forward, and after some time, saw a building made of unknown materials ahead. There was no sunlight, yet the building glowed faintly through the mist.
Instinctively, he walked towards the structure. As he did, he looked down, noticing the ground was uneven. Crouching down, he saw that the ground was covered with irregular black crystals.
Following his instincts, he continued moving forward until he reached the building and found that it was surrounded by high walls made of an unknown substance. He looked up but the fog was so thick, he couldn't see the rooftop.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly shot open.
His hand was holding Qiao Qingyu's.