The more Wen Xiao'ai spoke, the more uneasy Feng Liyan felt.
It was indeed the Demon Lord and Shang Ying.
"The man in the dream seems to treat me well—no, he treats the girl who looks just like me well. Feng Liyan, what do you think is happening to me? Why am I having such strange dreams? I rarely dream at all."
After Wen Xiao'ai finished speaking, she looked at Feng Liyan. Without waiting for Feng Liyan to answer, she continued:
"In the past few days, I've been dreaming about that girl dying, and it feels like I'm the one who's died." As she spoke, Wen Xiao'ai's pretty little eyebrows furrowed, a look of pain, discomfort, and sadness on her face.
It was as if she truly empathized.
"And that man too. Lately, I've been dreaming about him covered in blood, injured badly. When the girl died, he cried so sorrowfully."
