"Woo woo woo..." Hugo kept calling out for his master.
But Molly Yun, burning with fever, showed no response at all.
Hugo anxiously placed his chin on his master's arm, his eyes filled with worry.
With his limited brainpower, Hugo simply couldn't think of any way to save his master.
Meanwhile, in her feverish sleep, Molly Yun had a very strange dream.
In her dream, she was walking through a world shrouded in mist.
The world was so quiet—it felt like she was the only one left.
She kept walking forward, but no matter how far she went, it felt like she hadn't moved at all.
Molly Yun sensed sharply that this scene felt familiar.
Yes, back when she was still Nora Yun, she had experienced something just like this.
Back then, her body was failing on a massive scale, and her life was already counting down.
At that time, she couldn't help but think, if she could live her life all over again, she would leave no regrets.
Now, was she back in that world again?
Could it be that even Molly Yun's body couldn't hold her soul anymore?
Just as she was lost in thought, a faint voice called out from ahead: "Sister, sister, where are you? Sister, please answer me!"
It was Cecilia Gu's voice!
"Cici!" Molly Yun called out instinctively, "I'm here, I'm here!"
"Sister... sister, can you hear me?" Cecilia Gu seemed not to hear her, still searching, "Where are you? Don't leave me! You've left me for so many years, don't go away again!"
Tears streamed down Molly Yun's face, her voice trembling, "Cici, Cici, my sister, I'm here... sister, sister..."
In the distance, Cecilia Gu's voice grew more and more forlorn: "Why aren't you here? Where did you go?"