Lu Hong felt as if he had been asleep for a long time, a very long time.
He dreamt that he was running frantically in endless darkness, with no light in sight. He kept running, trying to find an exit.
At last, a faint light appeared ahead, and Lu Hong seized this opportunity to sprint toward it. Breaking the dark shackles in the dim light, he opened his eyes.
"Miss, he's awake, he's finally awake!" the old butler exclaimed excitedly.
"Alright, alright, stop shouting. I'm coming over." The girl walked over to Lu Hong and patted his bewildered head, asking, "So? Do you know who you are?"
"I... I know," Lu Hong asked hoarsely, "Did you save me?"
"Nonsense," the girl retorted with a pout, "If it weren't for me, you would have died in the wildfire long ago."
"Thank you." Lu Hong thanked her sincerely. Honestly, surviving the hands of the Holy Court's bishop was nothing short of a miracle.
