"But he always comes to Ze County. I wonder what keeps him so attached to this place."
"Go and see who it is. Even if they're dead, they keep your master so preoccupied."
Yu Tingwan dreamt of these words so many times that she could recite them by heart.
There was some confusion.
Yet, these fragmented voices could piece together a story.
She tried to walk forward. Amidst the swirling fog, there indeed stood a lonely grave.
The words on the tombstone were blurry.
But she knew, it had to be her.
Yu Tingwan knew it was a dream, yet she was trapped in it, unable to wake up.
Wei Zhao was writing something when he heard a woman's helpless sobbing.
He put down his work and walked over in large strides.
The canopy was lifted, above which hung the peace charm Wei Zhao had personally placed, swaying gently.
There were many peace charms, even under the pillow.
The young woman was once again trapped in a nightmare, her forehead covered in a fine sweat.
