At the break of dawn, Lie Rou slowly awoke.
Last night, she seemed to have had a very long dream.
Ever since she started cultivating the Nine Turtle Technique, she had always slept well and rarely dreamed.
But last night, that dream felt so real and terrifying.
In the dream, she was surrounded by a sea of fire. Flames were everywhere, blocking her path as she tried to escape.
Just when she thought she would be trapped and perish in the sea of fire, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and rescued her.
Those were cold, strong hands, with distinct long fingers—a reassuring grip, much like Yue Nian's back in the day.
Thinking of this, Lie Rou couldn't help but smile bitterly. How could she connect the person in her dream with Yue Nian? Perhaps it was because she hadn't seen Yue Nian for so long that she had such a hallucination.
Lie Rou checked herself over; the high fever from last night seemed to have subsided.
Her body felt dry and fresh; indeed, the dream was false.
