"Lan Lan… please wake up…"
Their voices echoed faintly, but Su Qinglan couldn't hear them anymore.
Because in the next moment, she was suddenly pulled into a dream.
A dream that felt like a place she had lived in all her life, even though she didn't remember ever seeing it before.
She was standing in a small wooden house, sunlight pouring through the windows like warm honey. A gentle breeze entered from the open door, carrying the smell of grass and flowers. Something was boiling softly in the clay pot, filling the air with a delicious aroma.
She was cooking and humming softly, a tune she didn't even know she knew.
Everything felt peaceful. Until something tugged lightly at her leg.
She gasped and quickly looked down.
A tiny baby arctic wolf, white as snow, with big round eyes the exact same color as hers, was clinging to her dress and nibbling at the fabric as if trying to get her attention.
Her heart melted instantly.
