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I don’t know how long time has passed, maybe one day, a month, or even a year.

Xia Kun finally woke up from his long sleep.

His mental consciousness was vague, and countless thoughts were mixed together, mixed with fragmented memories. There was no logic before and after these memories. Xia Kun's own thinking ability seemed to have stalled. He struggled to get up from the sand, staring blankly at the desert in his sight.

What am I doing here...?

Xia Kun forgot his mission, but he could vaguely feel something was wrong here.

This is not his destination.

Xia Kun, who was surrounded by yellow sand, decided to head in one direction.

The scorching sun burned the yellow sand and Xia Kun, who had dry mouth and tongue, could clearly feel that his life was continuing to evaporate.

Xia Kun finally fell down because he was exhausted.

He lay in the hot desert, gradually losing consciousness, and his body gradually became buried in the yellow sand.

I'm here to...

Xia Kun's fist that had been clenched tightly finally slowly loosened, and the things in his hand fluttered with the heat wave and covered Xia Kun's cheek.

This is……

Xia Kun, who had originally lost consciousness, experienced a soft touch from the object.

It gently blew on Xia Kun's cheeks, exuding a strong and familiar smell.

That's...

A strand of green hair.

It was not curled up due to the scorching sun, nor was it taken to other places by the heat wave, but it kept gently rubbing Xia Kun's cheeks, as if it had its own spirituality.

Xia Kun trembled and stuck his hand out, holding on to the black hair that was stuck to his face.

Just like the endless spinning tops in the movie "Inception";

Xia Kun covered the black hair in his hand on his chest.

Just like the black hair that always stays by his side, fragmented memories are gradually pieced together into a complete fragment under the awakening of the black hair.

But... I haven't saved my real black hair yet,

This is me...

The only reason why I am here-

Xia Kun opened his eyes again.

This time the world in front of him was a piece of urban ruins. The surrounding buildings were immersed in a vast ocean, with only one or half of them exposed. The clusters of moss showed the sense of the age.

When did this place... exist?

Xia Kun unconsciously had such doubts.

He held the black hair in his hand tightly and continued to walk forward.

As we walked, the surrounding environment gradually changed.

A creature like a ghost or a ghost began to appear around Xia Kun.

There are three holes on their faces, each one of which is like a sloppy and twisted sketching ball. Just looking at these balls will make people unconsciously lose it.

These people... are all creatures trapped here, right?

The memories of endless space suddenly appeared in Xia Kun's mind.

Speaking of which…what is the place of Endless Space?

Before the dream space existed, it seemed to exist in this world.

The surrounding scenes seem to have become more distorted.

Xia Kun looked into the distance and saw various strange things floating on the sea level on both sides: Xu Fukong Island, there were countless huge octopus with tentacles, a tricycle for giants, and half a smooth mechanical sphere.

It seems like the overlap of the past, present and future.

Being among the group of ghost creatures, Xia Kun's consciousness once again became dazed, his eyelids sank, and even his hands holding his black hair tightly were about to release.

He seemed to hear the whisper of the ancient god in his ear,

"Sleep, sleep... In endless dreams, you will gain peace of mind and eternal life of soul..."

Just as Xia Kun's eyelids were about to close, an arm suddenly stretched out from the ghost group and grabbed Xia Kun's hand tightly.

"Don't fall asleep! Or you will become the same as them!"

Xia Kun was awakened by this warning.

When he opened his eyes again, everything around him changed the scenery.

Now he is in a classroom again.

Wooden desk, old podium, red slogan.

A classroom full of age.

At this time, a girl sat next to Xia Kun.

With her short hair, she pursed her lips and smiled at Xia Kun, giving people a refreshing and capable feeling, full of vitality.

A girl full of youthful atmosphere.

Xia Kun stared at the girl for a long time, and the memories in his mind were automatically pieced together into a complete paragraph again.

"Yi...Aunt Yi Ling?"

"Hey, do you know me?" The girl who Xia Kun called Yi Ling was slightly stunned. "But since she would call me a cute and beautiful girl an aunt... If you are not a person of the same generation as my daughter, I can't spare you..."

In fact, Xia Kun has used the dream space to see Yi Ling many times, including intimate with Yi Ling through Ji Hongkai's body. He has no stranger to her at all, but feels very close.

But this was also the first time he and Yi Ling met officially, and Xia Kun didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing that Xia Kun was a little embarrassed, Yi Ling smiled and walked up to him and gently patted Xia Kun's cheek.

"The reason I saved you is because you have the smell of my daughter, just like the girl I saved some time ago..."

"Black hair! Have you... seen black hair?"

Noting the strand of black hair tightly in Xia Kun's hand, Yi Ling immediately realized the reason, "You are not planning to save her back, right? Well... it seems that's true."

Yi Ling clapped her hands slightly, and the two of them had arrived at a house in an instant. Xia Kun looked around at the decoration of the house and couldn't help but be stunned, "This is the setting of Xiaoxuan's home..."

"Hmm? Have you been to my house? Have you not changed for so many years? Wait... Are you having such a good relationship with my daughter? She doesn't usually play with her peers, and she didn't expect that she would have friends..."

"Actually..." Xia Kun paused, "Your daughter and I are lovers... She also asked me to say hello to you and report your peace."

"What?" Yi Ling had an incredible expression on her face, "You and my daughter are lovers? So who is this black hair? Your sister who has been separated for many years?"

"Uh..." Explaining his relationship with Zhao Linji and someone who didn't know the reason was really a very painful thing for Xia Kun, but Xia Kun still bit the bullet and explained the situation briefly.

"What, you guy is pretty fickle... I knew I wouldn't save you, how could my daughter like you?"

Yi Ling beat Xia Kun's chest hard, and spoke in a completely careless tomboy style. She could not connect her with Ji Xiaoxuan and the world-renowned scholar.

"But... you should be a bit outstanding in the man you can fall in love with by my daughter."

Yi Ling stroked Xia Kun's chest with her palm, as if she was feeling Xia Kun's heartbeat, "You can do it so much... I used suicide to save my lover."

Yi Ling led Xia Kun to the attic on the second floor. The girl with black hair that Xia Kun had been thinking about day and night put her hands on her lower abdomen and fell asleep peacefully.

Although she now looks almost no different from her in the dream space, after suddenly seeing the black hair that she had not seen for a long time, Xia Kun quickly walked forward and stroked the black hair's cheek tremblingly.

There is a fundamental difference from the dream space, that is, her body temperature.

It was as hot as she usually stuck to Xia Kun.

It's not a cold body.

"You are still alive... It's true..."

"Luckily I'm here..."

"You are wrong. If I hadn't saved her, she would have been like the group of lonely ghosts outside." Yi Ling wanted to break Xia Kun's brewing and touching atmosphere of reunion.

“Those outside are—”

"A person who died in a dream," Yi Ling tilted her head, "You don't know how to learn cognitive science?"

Xia Kun shook his head, "Actually, I can't get here by relying on the theory of cognitive science..."

It is a long story to tell everything that happened in the past, but Xia Kun knew that there would be this part before meeting Yi Ling, so he prepared a set of rhetoric with Xiaoxuan.

Although Xia Kun forgot some of his experiences at the beginning, the more he communicated with Yi Ling, the faster his memory would recover.

After listening to Xia Kun telling all the experiences so far, Yi Ling sighed. It took her a long time to come back to her senses from Xia Kun's story.
To be continued...