A clamor of voices slowly brought Mo Ling back to consciousness.
'I have to wake up! There's danger!'
Mo Ling shot up in bed and sent the Block flying into the air.
Then it slammed straight into the ceiling.
With a THUD, the Block hit the ceiling hard enough to make it tremble.
"What's wrong?"
Startled by the commotion, a nearby Li Luo asked in surprise, "Did something happen this early in the morning?"
She hurried over to the Block as it descended, concernedly checking the spot where it had hit and wiping away the dust with a tissue.
"Did you sleep badly? Have a nightmare?" Li Luo asked gently.
Mo Ling still hadn't fully come to his senses.
He cautiously expanded his field of view.
Sunlight streamed in through the round window, illuminating the pure-white bed. Outside, the streets were bustling with activity—the source of the clamor he'd heard.
People were energetic and radiant, chatting excitedly. The calls of vendors echoed from the shops lining the street.
