Dawn of Hope

Ai Hui slowly woke up.

"Ai Hui’s waking up!"

Before he’d opened his eyes, he could hear Lou Lan’s cheer followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

His blurry vision gradually became clear as familiar and concerned looking faces took shape.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?"

"You’re finally awake, Ai Hui. We were so frightened!"

"No knowledge of Night Moth Fruit. How weak."

...

Everyone greeted Ai Hui messily, but concern was evident in all of their faces. Warmth filled Ai Hui’s heart. He was moved. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. He realized he was completely paralyzed and unable to lift even a finger.

"Aye, he can’t seem to talk."

"Seems like it. He can’t move yet."

"He’s blinking his eyes. He’s alive."

"That’s good enough. Let him be. As long as he’s breathing, he’ll be up and jumping in no time."

It was obvious that this joyfully satisfied voice came from Fatty.