Time passed, and suddenly, Sang Wan stirred as if plagued by a nightmare, her breathing became irregular, and her brows furrowed tightly, her gentle and tranquil expression turning into one of panic and pain. Shi Fengju was startled, about to shake her awake when Sang Wan suddenly cried out, "My husband! My husband!" The voice was mournful and desolate, with boundless grief and anguish, chilling to anyone who heard it.
"Miss Wan! Miss Wan!" Shi Fengju was taken aback and quickly shook her gently, "Miss Wan, wake up, wake up, did you have a nightmare? Wake up quickly!"
After a while, Sang Wan blankly opened her eyes, staring straight ahead with a vacant gaze as if lost in some indescribable emotion. The desolate and pained expression on her face was something Shi Fengju had never seen before. He couldn't help but think to himself: What kind of hurt must one have gone through to wear such an expression? What has happened to Miss Wan!
