She Said She Was Dying… Turns Out It Was Hunger

Raging mental energy surged like a tsunami.

Every guard in the estate felt this violent mental energy, their expressions
shifting in unison.

The butler rushed frantically toward a certain location, shouting in terror:
“Your Highness, the First Prince!”

At the center of the mental energy storm stood a young man.

He had a tall, lean build, sharp and handsome features, and an exceptionally
striking face.

But now, due to his out of control mental energy, his complexion was pale, and
his deep-set eyes were bloodshot.

“Don’t come near me!” Crown Prince Wen Zhaoyan commanded. “Activate the
isolation shield!”

The butler’s eyes reddened.

Activating the isolation shield meant that His Highness the Crown Prince could
no longer control his own violent mental energy.

To prevent the mental energy from spreading and harming the others in the
estate, activating the isolation shield was the best option.

The butler’s heart ached as he activated the shield.

Once the most exceptional crown prince of their empire, he should have been the
center of attention.

Yet shortly after coming of age, due to his mental energy loss of control, he
had been cast aside to this sanatorium planet.

The sanatorium planet had a pleasant environment, but calling it “recuperation”
was just a nicer way of putting it.

In harsher terms, it was exile, a loss of the right of succession.

How could such an exceptional crown prince be treated this way?

Wen Zhaoyan had no idea what the butler was thinking.

He saw the isolation shield activate, and then his vision went black, as he was
completely dragged into darkness by his violent mental energy.

The headache was intense, the pain unbearable.

It was like a black hole, silently trying to swallow his body, his
consciousness, and everything about him.

Wen Zhaoyan fought desperately against this suction, struggling to crawl out of
the black hole.

Suddenly, a speck of starlight appeared, then grew brighter and brighter.

Wen Zhaoyan felt his body relax slightly, and the pain in his mental world
actually eased quite a bit.

He instinctively chased after that starlight, his consciousness swayed, and he
found himself outside the estate!

Wen Zhaoyan frowned and looked around.

Everything was pitch black; he seemed to still be dreaming.

The next moment, he froze.

Outside the estate, there was a swimming pool.

And beside the pool sat a youth in long, loose robes.

Sensing someone approaching, the youth also seemed surprised and turned his
head.

That single glance made Wen Zhaoyan forget even his pain.

It was an indescribable scene.

The youth’s delicate face seemed like a creation carved by the world’s most
precise instrument.

His waist-length hair cascaded down like a black waterfall, making his skin seem
as white as snow.

He was so beautiful he didn’t seem like a real person, but a deity descended to
the mortal world.

The youth parted his lips lightly, his voice filled with surprise: “You can
actually dream of me.”

So this really was a dream.

But even in a dream, the youth’s voice was beautiful, like a clear, flowing
stream slowly entering his mental world, soothing his restless, violent mental
energy another notch.

Wen Zhaoyan narrowed his eyes. “Are you from the mermaid clan?”

Mo Bai shook his head. “No.”

Wen Zhaoyan thought so too.

This youth was more beautiful than any mermaid he had ever seen.

But his voice, like that of the mermaid clan, carried a strange, soothing power.

Mo Bai stood up.

His clothes were ancient and ornate, like the ancient costumes popular on Old
Earth.

“Since you can dream of me,” Mo Bai seized every potential client, “do you have
any wishes? I’m very effective.”

At that moment, Wen Zhaoyan thought he was about to die.

And the youth was asking him about his last wishes.

But his voice was so pleasant to the ear that his surging, violent mental energy
grew quieter and quieter.

Wen Zhaoyan frowned.

Could he really not be a mermaid from the mermaid clan?

Wen Zhaoyan asked again: “Who are you?”

He had never seen this person before.

He also didn’t know why he would dream of this person.

“I am…” Mo Bai was about to speak, but as his gaze flickered, his body swayed
slightly.

Then, his figure abruptly vanished from where he stood.

At the same time, in a villa not far from the estate, on a bed.

A pair of bright eyes snapped open.

Mo Bai looked at his body, then pinched his arm.

Sure enough, his soul had run off on its own again.

The sanatorium planet.

The climate here was pleasant, like spring all year round.

Not far from Crown Prince Wen Zhaoyan’s estate lived a family who had moved here
for recovery two years ago.

They were the Mo family, one of the empire’s largest manufacturers of hover
vehicles.

The Mo family had a child who had been simple and dull since birth.

Although the empire had a low birth rate and treated every child like a
treasure, many people advised the Mo family to give up on their dull-witted son.

But the Mo family never gave up on treatment and had even moved their precious
son to this sanatorium planet simply because they heard the good climate and
environment would help his condition.

Over the past two days, the Mo family’s company had run into major problems,
frequently trending on the interstellar network, and their situation was dire.

But Mr. and Mrs. Mo had been in a fairly good mood.

Because their son, who had been dull and simple since birth, was starting to
show improvement.

When Mo Bai opened his eyes, his father, Mo Xiangtian, was already waiting by
the bed.

Seeing him awake, Mo Xiangtian lifted his son out of bed, grinning from ear to
ear. “Baby’s awake? Shall Daddy help baby get dressed?”

Mo Bai hesitated for a moment, then took the clothes. “No need, I can dress
myself.”

Rejected, Mo Xiangtian wasn’t disappointed at all; instead, he grew even
happier. “Wow! Our baby can dress himself! Baby is so amazing!”

Mo Bai: “…”

As a Wish-Granting God, back when Earth’s ecology was severely damaged and could
no longer support human survival, leading humanity toward extinction, he had
thought he would also perish along with it.

So before falling into slumber, he had already prepared for eternal sleep.

Who would have thought that upon waking, he would find himself in the
interstellar era?

And as a six-year-old simple child, Mo Bai.

Little Mo Bai used to be dull and simple, but his favorite thing to do was stay
in the water.

This made Mo Bai wonder: could little Mo Bai be his reincarnation?

Because staying in the water was perfectly understandable.

He was the Wish-Granting God; what Wish-Granting God didn’t like soaking in a
wishing well?

And little Mo Bai’s former dullness and simplicity might be because his soul
hadn’t yet fully returned.

Even now, his soul would still occasionally leave his body.

Drifting around like a lonely ghost, and last night it had accidentally floated
into a man’s dream.

He had only woken up two days ago; his divine power was extremely low, and he
had no divine status.

Fortunately, his soul was in its adult form, his original appearance from Earth.

Perhaps it was because his adult soul and his six-year-old child’s body hadn’t
fully merged yet.

Under his father’s ardent gaze, Mo Bai put on his little shirt and little pants.

Mo Xiangtian hugged his son and showered him with kisses and praise again: “Our
baby is truly amazing! Dressing so well!”

Mo Bai: “…”

‘I am a child now. I am a child.’

Successfully hypnotizing himself, Mo Bai said softly, “I’m a little hungry.”

Then he paused.

Why did his voice sound so babyish…

Mo Xiangtian said, “Baby’s hungry? No problem, Mommy is already cooking. Come
on, Daddy will take baby to the dining room for num-nums!”

When they reached the dining room, Mrs. Mo had indeed finished cooking.

She wanted to cook for her son herself.

Mo Xiangtian praised how Mo Bai had dressed himself again in front of his wife,
which made Mrs. Mo tear up with joy.

She hugged Mo Bai too, showering him with praise: “Baibai is so good, Baibai is
Mommy’s best baby!”

Mo Bai: …

The meal was finished with difficulty under the avalanche of his parents’
praise.

After the meal, Mr. and Mrs. Mo had to attend to company matters.

Because the Mo family’s company was in serious trouble and facing a very
critical situation.

Although they would have loved to spend more time with their son, they had to
temporarily leave him with the nanny.

Once his parents left, Mo Bai clasped his hands behind his back like a little
old master and inspected the villa.

The villa was very large, but it didn’t have a swimming pool.

Because he used to be dull and simple, yet loved being in the water, Mr. and
Mrs. Mo were worried he might accidentally drown, so they had filled in the
pool.

Mo Bai looked up toward the neighboring estate, a hint of envy in his eyes.

That estate had a very large swimming pool.

He had seen it last night when his soul floated out.

Thinking of the man from last night, Mo Bai hesitated only briefly before
heading toward the neighboring estate.

The estate was very large.

By the pool stood a young man—Crown Prince Wen Zhaoyan.

The butler, eyes red, reported to Wen Zhaoyan with distress: “Your Highness, the
doctor’s report is here. Your Highness experienced a mental energy surge this
time, but fortunately, it hasn’t worsened. Please endure a little longer, Your
Highness. We’ve already sent people to find a new mermaid.”

This was already a blessing in disguise.

Because each time mental energy turned violent, the mental world deteriorated
further.

Fortunately, this time Wen Zhaoyan’s mental energy had not worsened.

As long as they found a new mermaid—one who didn’t resist His Highness and was
willing to provide mental soothing—His Highness could be saved!

Wen Zhaoyan grunted in acknowledgment.

But he knew in his heart that the reason his condition hadn’t worsened was
probably due to the ancient-robed youth who appeared in his dream last night.

He looked at the pool and asked, “Did anyone come near the estate last night?”

The butler quickly said, “No, the guards on duty found nothing unusual.”

Wen Zhaoyan: “Mm. That’s all.”

It seemed it really was a dream.

Wen Zhaoyan waved the butler away to attend to his duties and stood by the pool,
recalling the ancient-robed youth from his dream.

He was certain he had never seen this person before.

But if it was just a dream, a person who didn’t exist in this world, why could
he remember the youth’s features so clearly?

As he was pondering, a crisp voice sounded—

“Good morning.”

Wen Zhaoyan withdrew his thoughts and looked down.

His eyes met those of a cherubic little boy.

The boy was delicate and cute, with a very well-behaved appearance and big,
bright, black eyes.

He instinctively paused for a moment.

Vaguely, the boy’s features seemed somewhat familiar.

But he quickly realized who this was.

It was the young master of the Mo family from the villa next door, little Mo
Bai.

The two estates were adjacent; he had seen the child before, always staring
blankly.

The Mo family had moved to this sanatorium planet two years ago to treat his
condition.

As he examined little Mo Bai, Mo Bai was also examining him.

Last night, his soul had floated into this man’s dream.

The memories of this body seemed to include this person too, but the previous
little Mo Bai had been dull, so he didn’t know who this was.

Mo Bai, hands clasped behind his back, looked at him, his voice carrying an
unavoidable babyish lisp: “My name is Mo Bai.”

Wen Zhaoyan’s voice was indifferent: “Wen Zhaoyan.”

Mo Bai: “Oh oh. Nice name.”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

The child had no idea how eerily mature he sounded.

It didn’t make him seem any older; instead, it made him look even more adorable
by contrast.

But there was no helping it.

Mo Bai had always been an adult god; if he actually tried to talk like a child,
he’d just be acting cute.

And he couldn’t act cute.

Standing next to Wen Zhaoyan with his hands behind his back, he looked as if he
were surveying his domain.

He looked down upon… the swimming pool.

The more he looked, the more his heart itched.

Such a large swimming pool.

If only it were his wishing well…

Mo Bai looked at Wen Zhaoyan, then at the pool.

After a moment, Mo Bai slowly turned his head back, craned it way up, blinked,
and looked at Wen Zhaoyan, asking tentatively: “This pool of yours is really
big. How about raising two fish in it?”

Then, because he had tilted his head back too far, he lost his balance and
started to fall backward.

Mo Bai: ?

A child’s body was just ridiculous!

Wen Zhaoyan, quick with his eyes and hands, grabbed the boy by the scruff of his
shirt.

Mo Bai wiped his face, pretended nothing had happened, and continued looking at
Wen Zhaoyan.

Wen Zhaoyan said: “Fine.”

This pool was built outside the estate because it was quite large.

Wen Zhaoyan had never been in it and didn’t really care.

Mo Bai was secretly delighted.

He immediately turned and went back home, fetching the crucian carp the nanny
had bought for soup.

The carp lay motionless in his arms, making one wonder if it was dead.

Wen Zhaoyan was about to remind him that dead fish couldn’t be raised.

But then he saw the child put the fish in the water.

Once in the water, the carp, which had been so still before, immediately started
swimming lively and energetically.

Wen Zhaoyan: “…?”

Mo Bai saw nothing wrong.

After releasing the fish, he turned back to look at Wen Zhaoyan.

“The sun’s a bit strong. The fish don’t have anywhere to cool off. That’s not
good. How about planting some lotus flowers in there?”

Wen Zhaoyan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, “Fine.”

Mo Bai went home again and came back with two lotus leaves still attached to
their stems, placing them in the pool.

He squinted with satisfaction.

Koi fish (sort of) were there.

Lotus flowers (just leaves) were there too.

If only he could get a turtle with its mouth open and throw in a few coins.

Would this count as a wishing well?