Today's confinement room is different from usual, shedding its monotonous impression of emptiness. Instead, it presents a peculiar scene:
——Under the cold light, a cloud is drifting leisurely in mid-air, carrying two children in hospital gowns above.
Ji Minghuan is sitting cross-legged on the Somersault Cloud at this moment. From this new angle, even the ordinary surveillance room seems to take on a different face.
He lowered his eyes slightly, only to see the Somersault Cloud's color oscillating between pure white and rainbow hues, its cloud body rolling like waves, echoing the noisy sound akin to a steam engine.
"Wow... amazing," Ji Minghuan remarked in awe.
While speaking, he leaned slightly forward, attempting to extend his hand over the Somersault Cloud to touch the penguin-shaped broadcast equipment, feeling the cold metal sensation in his palm.
While the Somersault Cloud hadn't yet soared too high, he gave the penguin a solid slap.
