Wen Li just had a dream.
It was an occurrence from who knows how many years ago, truly like a dream for her, only possible in a dream, dreamlike and illusory.
She seemed to sense the warm sun outside the window shining into her chamber, bringing a touch of gentle warmth, and she could feel the gauze curtains fluttering in ripples under the sea breeze.
What kind of feeling was it? Even though she knew it was all false, she still wanted to indulge in it, realizing that neither the environment nor the Inner Realm could disturb her mind anymore.
She was Wen Li, the girl who sat alone by the lake drawing night scenes on a full moon night, the Half-Demon quietly sitting atop a tree, watching the passing lonely ghosts.
Yet at this moment, the emotions Wen Li perceived were truly real, so real that it felt like she had experienced them and was experiencing them.
It seemed like morning.
