12

Upon waking up again, the familiar room of the traveling base entered my sight.

It was the room where Shen Wuming and I lived, still unchanged, just missing him who always guarded the bedside.

I tidied up and went out; the traveling base was as busy as before, everyone attending to their own tasks.

"Alliance Leader, you're awake. Boss Shen...we have put him into an ice coffin, would you like to see..."

"Take me to see him!"

Shen Wuming had not returned to his human form. He was small, curled up in a square box, as if asleep.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

"From now on, you are in charge of the base's affairs. I will take him home."

I handed over the base's responsibilities to Shen Wuming's former subordinates and took the ice coffin back to the small mountain village.

The small mountain village was unchanged from before.

Even the courtyard where I lived was still pristine and clean.

The swing, long broken, had somehow been repaired.