About fifteen minutes later—

As the formation dissipated, He Mingxiao regained his composure, his breathing became long and even, and his complexion returned to a healthy, fair and rosy glow.

Nan Xian helped him take off his hospital gown, which was stained with blood, and put him in the casual clothes that Assistant Jiang had just brought. She sat by his side for a while and only left the ward after confirming that he had really improved a lot.

Situ Ting went to complete the handover procedures, leaving only Yunwu in the corridor.

He stood in front of a pot of clivia, his fingers idly fiddling with its leaves.

The clivia trembled gently under His touch. The flower, which should have bloomed in spring, blossomed early, swaying its petals as if trying to please Him.

Hearing Nan Xian's footsteps, he paused slightly and turned his head.

A gentle, warm voice, tinged with a faint, pleasant smile, said, "I cured him."

Nan Xian was taken aback before realizing that "he" referred to He Mingxiao.

She quickly bowed and thanked her, saying, "Yes, thank you!"

However, before she could bend down, she was gently stopped by a pair of large hands.

“It is what I should do,” He said gently.

Nan Xian was puzzled. "Why? We seem to have never met before, yet you gave me a protective amulet before, and this time you've helped me so much..."

Yunwu smiled without saying a word. She tilted her head and pointed to the pot of blooming clivia.

"Cause and effect, cause and effect... Why it blooms is why I should help you."

Nan Xian frowned in confusion. Facing the light, she suddenly noticed that the color of her iris seemed to have lightened, and her originally dark eyes were beginning to show signs of becoming transparent.

“Your eyes—?” she exclaimed.

Yunwu raised her hand to touch her eyelids and sighed softly, "Ah."

“You noticed so quickly, then I should go now—” He lowered his hand, “Goodbye, Nanxian.”

The wide sleeves flickered before Nan Xian's eyes, and before she could react, they vanished into thin air right in front of her.

"Wait, I have another question! How do I break this loop?" she shouted desperately at the air.

"Yunwu! Yunwu! Can you hear me?"

But no one responded.

Just as Nan Xian was feeling extremely frustrated, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the clivia out of the corner of her eye. On one of its fallen petals, there was a line of small words imprinted in dark ink—

Everything is a matter of cause and effect.

**

Just as Nan Xian was holding the flower petals, scratching her head and racking her brains, He Mingxiao in the ward was also experiencing a "dream" that shocked him.

At first, he felt restrained, as if someone had forcibly stuffed him into a suit that was several sizes too small and then thrown him into a pitch-black cave.

He adapted for a while and felt no discomfort except for some tension. But soon, the temperature in the "cave" suddenly rose, and the surroundings turned into a steamer. He was like a crab with its hands and feet tied up and unable to move in the steamer.

He was in extreme distress and desperately searched for a way out, but everywhere was pitch black. He couldn't even tell which way was which, and it seemed that he was always going around in circles, never reaching the end.

My heart was racing, my breathing was rapid, and my consciousness was leaving my body, or rather, my soul was uncontrollably screaming to escape.

Just when he thought he was about to die, a burst of light illuminated the entire space, followed by a refreshing coolness that instantly swept over his internal organs, dispelling the sweltering heat without a trace.

"Drip, drip—" Raindrops fell on his face.

He Mingxiao opened his eyes and saw lush vegetation and shady trees.

A vibrant splash of fiery red joyfully emerged from the hazy greenery.

—That was an extremely beautiful fire fox.