As Tang San saw Xiao Wu’s Soft Bone Rabbit empty eyes, he knew Xiao Wu hadn’t recovered. The eyes were devoid of intelligence. Having lost her intelligence, she wasn’t his Xiao Wu. In the extreme grief, Tang San’s body chose to protect itself, making his weary mind completely lose consciousness.
Even unconscious, Tang San still wasn’t calm. All kinds of illusions constantly appeared in his dreamscape. He dreamt of his father, his mother, he dreamt of Xiao Wu gradually growing distant. His whole body seemed to be in a dry hot smelting furnace, making him unable to throw off these painful feelings.