She hurriedly glanced around until she realized that no one had noticed her peculiar behavior, and her pounding heart finally settled somewhat.
Waiting idly for a hare was incredibly dull.
Yu Zhiwen's gaze quickly lost focus once more, her thoughts drifting away again—some dreams, upon waking and sleeping again, could be seamlessly continued:
"A scent? What scent?"
"Just... a smell..."
"A smell? You can even detect Xu Xiaoshou's scent?"
"Yes... I... we... in... the... White... Cavern..."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing! I actually perceived it wrong! I'm sorry!"
"..."
The young girl's fluttering heart, like aimless wind, carried away into the void, unfurled myriad scenes, shaping countless beautiful stories impossible to articulate in words.
Until the voice in the Heavenly Group's combat channel grew incredibly solemn, serious, and deep:
"Yu Zhiwen! Report!"
Yu Zhiwen's delicate body trembled.
