In the dark hospital room lit only by a bit of moonlight, Lumian saw An Xiaotian, who had been in a vegetative state for over a year, move his fingers ever so slightly.
While surprised, Lumian wasn't afraid. Instead, he smiled.
An anomaly is good; anomalies reveal more information!
How could I interpret the secrets hidden in this matter if there were no changes?
Lumian leaned against the window, staring at An Xiaotian on the hospital bed, waiting for more anomalies.
An Xiaotian's fingers moved again.
The darkness in the room seemed to deepen.
Lumian's gaze suddenly turned to the doorway of the hospital room.
The door opened silently, and a nurse wearing a white cap entered.
Lumian didn't immediately teleport away, but hid in the shadow cast by the curtains.
