"In the grand dream, who awakens first?"
"Throughout my life, I alone have been self-aware!"
Li Jing, who was lying sprawled on the table, woke up and lazily stretched his back.
As he looked around the familiar surroundings, a sense of unprecedented sentimentality flowed from Li Jing's eyes:
"I'm back!"
"It's been half a year!"
"I've finally returned!"
At that moment, a scruffy Nezha with smoky makeup, black eyeliner, a slovenly and desolate look, with hands in pockets walking in an indifferent swagger, peeked his head from the side and said with a puzzled face:
"Half a year?"
"Daddy, you clearly only slept for half an hour!"
Li Jing didn't expect Nezha to be right next to him and had even heard his murmur, which startled him, and he subconsciously waved his hands and said, "Half a year?"
"What half a year?"
"You must have misheard!"
