After a moment of dizziness, Jiang Qingli opened her eyes.
The brilliant, blinding sunlight took her several seconds to get used to.
The corridor was pure white and silent, much like the hospital in the Twelve Cities Military District, but the layout was slightly different.
Jiang Qingli looked at her reflection in the glass window.
It was her, no doubt about it.
But she wasn't in her combat uniform. Instead, she wore a well-tailored military dress uniform.
The area was deserted; there wasn't a single person in sight.
'This counts as a beautiful dream? It's a little too strange…'
"The Weaving Nightmare Beast is too weak right now to manage many details," 030's voice sounded. "It probably only created a few key characters. You've likely been rationalized into the dream as an NPC... Try to keep a low profile."
The moment 030 finished speaking, Jiang Qingli heard a hearty voice call out, "Yi Nuo, you were amazing! We have you to thank for this!"
