"Ah, Ah Qing...."
In a blur, Lu Qing heard a childish voice ringing in his mind.
He thought he was dreaming, but in the next moment, he felt something was off and suddenly woke up.
"Ah, Ah Qing, you're awake..."
This time, the childish voice persisted, and Lu Qing knew that he wasn't dreaming, nor was it an illusion; someone was indeed calling out to him.
However, this voice was one he had never heard before.
He sat up, turned his head to search for the source of the voice, and finally his gaze rested on a small figure.
Then, his mouth slightly agape, he whispered, "Little, Little Li?"
"It's me, it's me!" Little Li joyfully hopped onto his shoulder, "Ah Qing, I think I can talk now!"
"Yes, I heard you."
Lu Qing nodded, but his expression remained somewhat wooden.
This situation was so abrupt, even for him, that he felt somewhat overwhelmed.
However, after all, he was no ordinary person and quickly came to his senses.
