"It's… Gong Fan?" Alice winced fiercely at the boy's remark.
Gong Fan? How was that possible!
In the dreamscape, Youyou was already running towards Gong Fan, as though without a care in the world. He was standing at the top of the mountain, so he could look far into the distance. From his vantage point, he could easily see the person who was running and flying the kite at the foot of the mountain.
The person was dressed exactly like Gong Fan, and he wore Gong Fan's usual cold expression. Even though he was tugging at the kite, his face did not bear the innocence that a child his age normally did. Instead, he silently looked at the kite in the sky and took a step back from time to time, pulling at the string.
"Gong Fan!" Youyou did not expect to see him, and immediately ran toward him in jubilation. "Gong Fan!"
