"I'm right here, I haven't left." Yueyue put her hand on his and said, "Go back."

She knew that what he longed for most was not brilliant fireworks and beautiful flowers, he needed to rest. In her eyes, he was more like a patient who had become ill under long-term stress.

Although the patient did not know it himself, he thought his mental state was normal.

Su Ming'an looked at the lamp and didn't look back until it could no longer be seen.

"Let's go."

She took him back to the hospital, and the doctors and nurses who had formed a row at the door immediately gathered around him.

"City Lord, your vital signs are not stable, please don't run around..."

"City Lord, you should bring a escort at least. What should you do if something goes wrong?"

"City Lord..."

They surrounded him and returned to the ward. Yueyue covered him with a quilt. The pure white room seemed like a fallen paradise.

Finally, she placed a garland-like leaf ring made of ginkgo leaves beside his bed. The ginkgo leaf ring was golden, like a round of overlapping gold.

"I heard that you think something made of twelve flowers can restore your sanity. I made this for you. I hope you feel better," Yueyue said.

Su Mingan looked into her eyes and said "hmm".

He didn't say much tonight, just "um" or "ok" was enough.

"Well, good night?" Her hands covered his eyelids.

"——!"

Sudden,

At this moment,

The moment his eyes were covered by her hands and his vision fell into darkness, he suddenly felt a surge of strong fear and panic.

He heard voices lingering in his ears, like auditory hallucinations, densely packed like flies surrounding him.

[——You have come back from the City of Gods, what will happen to the nuclear explosion? What will happen to Lin Guang who is left unchecked? 】

[——If you leave, who will save the domesticated Yamada? Who will save the red-eyed Noel on the first floor of the City of Gods? 】

[——The last thing you should do is teleport directly to Yueyue...]

These sounds were the source of his panic tonight - he couldn't enjoy the New Year's Eve she had prepared for him at all, all the good things were like illusions.

...Stop making noise.

...Stop ringing in his ears.

He wanted to disperse them, but the more he listened, the more familiar the sounds became...

These sounds—this voice—this tone…

yes.

——This is his own voice.

"..."

He suddenly removed her hand covering his eyes, only to find that his slightly moving lips were repeating these words:

"You shouldn't come back..." He muttered to himself, his black hair wet and sticking to the side of his face, and his back already soaked with cold sweat.

But Yueyue just looked at him quietly, as if she was used to him and was hysterical.
Chapter completed!