Oubos, Border Sanatorium.
Bologue got out of bed and drew the curtains, the dazzling sunlight streamed in, warming and dispelling Bologue's drowsiness, as well as awakening the vitality within his heart, accompanied by a soft hum.
Palmer sleepily glanced at Bologue, hugged the blanket and turned his head, continuing to sleep with his back to the sunlight.
For Palmer's appearance, Bologue was already accustomed, after all, it was a vacation period, so he let him rest.
Bologue stretched a bit, walked out of the ward, and for the Border Sanatorium, Bologue had become a regular visitor. It seemed that every so often, he would wake up here, like some kind of pattern.
But the current Border Sanatorium deviated a bit from the image in his memory. Typically, it was very quiet here, and there were few people walking around, but now it was extremely noisy and busy; just based on the noise, Bologue even thought he had returned to the Cultivation Room.
