Xiao Yuanzi, between half-dream and half-awake, seemed to hear the voice of Fei Helin.
This voice, sometimes far, sometimes near, Xiao Yuanzi wanted to open her eyes to have a look, but her eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, impossible to lift.
Vaguely, she seemed to hear Fei Helin calling her: "Xiao Yuanzi."
Xiao Yuan wanted to respond, but this voice drifted away in an instant.
When she opened her eyes, it was dark all around.
The cool night breeze blew in from the window, lifting the billowing white curtains, shrouding the tall figure at the window in mystery and distance.
Xiao Yuan thought she was seeing things, blinked, and found the figure clearer, with a flicker of red light that flickered with the wind, the scent of tobacco drifting to her nose with the evening breeze.
The room was without light, with an incredible stillness.
What a... beautiful dream.
Fei Helin hadn't appeared in this home for a long time.
