When Leah woke up from her dream, it was just past three in the morning. The Squire Manor was far from the bustling area, nestled within a tranquil villa cluster. Everything was silent, not even the chirping of birds could be heard. Perhaps winter was approaching, and they were all hibernating.
She casually threw on a coat and walked to the balcony, looking at the whitening sky in the East. These days, she didn't know why, but she always dreamt of some inexplicable scenes. A tall man's silhouette frequently appeared in her dreams, with a deep, magnetic voice. She kept chasing him, but she could never catch up. When she didn't dream of the man, she would dream of herself holding a wailing baby.
