Right before he'd woken up in this place, as the image of the study with Somnus and the others faded from his view, he thought he'd heard a voice.
Somnus's panicking voice that was shouting his name and telling him not to go.
The voice had been vivid and strong, almost as if it had been charged with mana.
If that was true, then the idea that his feelings had not been believed, that it hadn't been trusted, might also be real.
And that thought cut him deeply.
When his thoughts ran that far, the body curled up on the ground felt oddly cold.
Even though his skin was still damp with sweat and he hugged himself with both arms, a chill crawled up his spine.
Ah—this is hopeless.
At times like this, memories of the past keep come back.
I love you, Li Shen. Will you love me too?
Yeah, I love you!
The words told in the softest warmest voice is gentle and kind.
He had learned to say those words back, thinking they meant loving someone more than anything.
