At this time, only Aunt Fang insisted on daily washing the comatose Chen Biyue, regularly opening doors and windows to ventilate, and tidying the room.

That day, when Aunt Fang opened the window in the morning, a cold gust of wind suddenly brushed past her body.

Aunt Fang couldn’t help but shiver.

She looked up at the sky, puzzled—it’s clearly a sunny day, isn’t it?

Worried that the cold wind might chill the young master, Aunt Fang stood by the window for a while longer, ensuring that the gust was just accidental, before leaving her position.

Walking to the bedside, Aunt Fang looked at the handsome man whose face appeared pallid from long-term bedridden, and sighed: "Young master, you really need to wake up quickly. Even us old folks can feel that the atmosphere at home has been quite strange lately. If you don’t wake up soon, I’m afraid it won’t be peaceful here anymore..."

Aunt Fang is not worried about herself; if worse comes to worst, she could just leave.

But if the young master doesn’t wake up, what will happen then?

What Aunt Fang couldn’t see was, right where she had been standing, behind the curtain, wisps of black fog were entwining, making the air there extraordinarily cold.

The Puppet Doll listened to Aunt Fang’s rambling for quite some time, then turned and walked out the door.

When Aunt Fang left, she only left the room door ajar.

As soon as she rounded the hallway corner, it seemed as if something invisible pushed the door handle in the empty entrance, the door lock clicked shut automatically.

Simultaneously, the wisps of black fog from behind the curtain slowly gathered in front of the bed, gradually forming the figure of a human baby in mid-air.

It was precisely the Puppet Doll, which was now supposedly Chen Biyue.

Chen Biyue slowly looked at his own body lying on the bed.

Such close proximity, and the feeling was quite mystical.

He could sense his body’s current state, as if his consciousness was still inside the body, yet he couldn’t control it.

The person on the bed evidently was not in a good condition.

Even with meticulous care, extended bedridden time made this body soft and weak.

The Puppet Doll, Chen Biyue cautiously approached the window, then reached out a hand, gently touching his own body.

He could feel his body responding to his call.

The moment his hand touched the body on the bed, a powerful force seemed to pull from within that body.

The Puppet Doll, Chen Biyue felt a glimmer of hope.

He didn’t resist and willingly let this phenomenon happen.

Perhaps, this was the chance to reunite with his body!

Yet, reality proved that soul-body reunion wasn’t that simple.

Chen Biyue could clearly sense his Soul Body entering the body, but before long, he was quickly expelled.

It was as if his body had started rejecting his soul’s entry.

He couldn’t believe this and persistently tried again, yet it was still in vain.

After many attempts, Chen Biyue finally accepted it.

He realized that unless he found someone to help him, relying solely on himself, he couldn’t return to his body.

As this thought arose, instinctively, Gu Shengyin’s image appeared in his mind.