"Then why are we here? Can we still go back?" Rong Xingyu asked somewhat urgently.
He looked around at their surroundings.
They were still trapped in this place that resembled nothingness and a stretch of boundless darkness.
It was just that now Ding Yixin was by his side, and Rong Xingyu no longer felt the initial panic and unease.
But Rong Xingyu didn't want to stay here forever either. He still wanted to go back and see his eldest brother and the others.
Thinking of how he had once seen, in this very space, his brothers running around everywhere, pushing aside all their work for the sake of his unconscious self, growing thinner and more haggard by the day, Rong Xingyu's heart clenched painfully.
"Just where is this place? And how exactly can we get back?"
One question after another spilled from Rong Xingyu's mouth.
Ding Yixin, meanwhile, raised a hand and soothingly stroked Rong Xingyu's back.
