"...Mm."
Lu Li gave up questioning the living tree and asking about what happened last night.
Was it the lullaby that made it lose control, or something else? If it were the former, the living tree might remember yesterday's events and attack again—
"What time is it now?"
"The sun rose a few dozen minutes ago," said the living tree that had been basking in sunlight for a while.
But through Lu Li's eyes, the thick fog outside the window was just like yesterday.
Lu Li pulled off the quilt, sat up, put on the coat, and prepared to leave the dangerous ward.
The living tree on the hospital bed lazily soaked in the "mist" seeping from the window, ignoring Lu Li's departure, as if nothing had happened.
