She stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, lost in thought for a long time, the fear lingering in her eyes.
After some time had passed, Wen Xiao'ai turned to her side, snuggling into the blanket, trying to feel the warmth left by Jun Moyan.
Despite having just slept, she felt full of fatigue and drowsiness, unable to muster up any energy.
As usual, she tried hard to recall the dream she just had, wanting to remember something, even just a fragment, but aside from the sudden explosion of blood-red blossoms at the end, she couldn't remember anything else.
Yet her impression of the man in the dream grew deeper, from initially only recalling a vague shadow, to now roughly being able to remember the shape of that person.
But she still didn't know who the girl in the dream, looking exactly like her, was.
She clearly remembered the girl in the dream had said her name, but she just couldn't recall it, even though the name felt so familiar, it was just beyond her memory.
