"I'm sorry Mengxi."
Looking at the silver-haired girl who fainted in her arms, Yumo spoke to herself with full of apologies.
Having spent a long time with Mengxi, Yumo had a thorough understanding of Mengxi's mental strength, and thus Yumo rarely grasped the use of the shadow force to impact Mengxi's spirit. It was a delicate task; if the force used was insufficient, it would not be possible to forcibly immerse Mengxi into a dream. But if the force was too strong, it could severely damage the spirit of the silver-haired girl.
Feeling Mengxi's steady breathing and her almost completely unharmed soul, Yumo couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
"Sigh~"
Then, Yumo hugged Mengxi in a bridal style and slowly sat up from the wooden chair.
'Hmm'
'She Seems to have lost some weight?'
Feeling the weight of Mengxi in her arms, Yumo somewhat helplessly shook her head.
