Everyone thought Xuan Wen was crazy—her family in reality, former colleagues, her closest female assistant. From a certain point, the world began to conspire against Xuan Wen, the cold reality pressing in like airtight walls from all directions.
No one believed Xuan Wen's words. She was trapped in a cage woven by some kind of force, only able to grow along a fixed trajectory.
Her mind was muddled, her body exhausted, yet unable to fall asleep until just before dawn, when Xuan Wen finally drifted into a dream.
In Lijing Apartment, the bandages on Gao Ming had been removed, and most of his wounds had healed. The fractured Dream Marks had reformed into bizarre Divine Patterns. But because Xuan Wen had been away for so long, those Divine Patterns seemed to have lost their anchor and started to disintegrate again, on the verge of collapsing.
Holding Gao Ming's head, rubbing his soft hair, Xuan Wen leaned in close, her uneasy heart gradually calming.
