Countless electric flashes, electric arcs, and the tremors and low hums of the train were receding.
The darkness before his eyes was gradually replaced by the soft light of the room.
Gu Shen disconnected from the Spiritual Link and sat on the floor, staring blankly as he recalled the last contact… Different from what he had imagined, Chu Ling's fingers were warm and delicate, like a piece of soft white jade.
He had thought that everything in the Spirit Space was fictional, cold.
Gu Shen just lowered his head, gazing at his own palms, until a cat's meow interrupted his thoughts.
"Meow~"
He came to his senses and saw a listless Da Ju, lying in front of him like a resentful wife, shaking its tail with a face full of grievances.
There was no flicker of intelligence in Da Ju's eyes, only a soft meow reminding Gu Shen.
You forgot to feed me!
Gu Shen got up in a daze, unpacked the cat food. That meow made him think that Chu Ling had connected with him again…
