Night, a mountain peak, vegetation all around. An enormously large moon was suspended overhead, lighting up the snow. The space between heaven and earth was like a cage with a spell to make her lie asleep on the ground.
Yan Hui laid on the ground. She felt bone-chilling cold, like it could pierce into her heart.
She watched the snowflakes fall down onto her face. When they touched her skin, they quickly melted into drops of water and one by one rolled off her face.
"Why......"
She heard herself asking, but the strange thing was, she didn't know what she was asking about. She turned her head and saw a hazy figure. Behind that hazy figure was the enormous moon, illuminating from behind. She couldn't see the person's face, but she could clearly tell the person was holding a jian.
Yan Hui's pupils contracted.
The jian swung down!
Yan Hui only knew she felt her heart clench. A sharp pain caused her entire body to tremble. Then......
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
She woke up.
It was pitch black before her eyes. The room had the scent of firewood, a year-round smell for rural villages. Her heart was still beating frantically. Sweat soaked the hair around her temples.
She absent-mindedly covered the area over her heart. It seemed like there was a sharp needle still making her feel pain.
This nightmare was too real. So real, that it seemed like just yesterday she experienced that horrific scene. Snow-covered mountain. An enormous moon. And an indistinct figure. Yan Hui furrowed her brows. This figure, now she recalled, why did it feel so familiar? But after thinking about it, she couldn't match the figure with anyone she knew.
After thinking for a long time, Yan Hui suddenly collected her thoughts. What was she doing, treating a dream so seriously?
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