The dusk was deep, and only a few stars dotted the sky.
Lan Garden.
A peace charm hung at the front of the bed, and calming incense was lit inside the room.
Yet, Yu Tingwan did not sleep well. Her forehead was drenched in sweat, as if trapped in that nightmare once more.
She saw that tomb again.
The surroundings were still veiled in mist, and all she could see in front of the tomb were a few plates of fresh fruits and an incense stick that was half-burned, showing evidence that someone had recently paid respects.
She had had this dream no less than ten times.
Just when she thought it would be the same unchanging dream, a sudden beam of light appeared in front of her, illuminating from afar, opening a new path to an unknown destination for her.
Yu Tingwan hesitated for a moment in her dream and then walked forward along the small path.
She didn't know how long she walked.
The light grew brighter and brighter.
