Sungjun approached quietly, parting the fabric just a little.
There she was, Xing Lin, looking pale and frail, her short hair scattered on the pillow. Her breathing was almost fragile, as if she were barely clinging to her life.
He didn't understand why she was there—or what had been done to her. Still, he knew this place wasn't meant for his acquaintance, for someone who showed nothing but kindness to him in his past life.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand and opened a portal beside the bed. A glowing blue vortex spiraled into existence with a low hum.
The noise stirred her awake. Her eyes fluttered open—confusion first, then alarm—as she looked at the portal, scanning the room for anyone present.
"Wha… What is…" she murmured, pushing herself up slowly.
She looked around again—no one.
Cautiously, she stepped closer toward the portal, wondering what it was.
