Su Tan had a nightmare. She dreamed that the camp was destroyed, all the survivors lay in pools of blood, bodies scattered everywhere, the once-familiar homeland reduced to ruins, everything sacrificed in vain.
And the coalition formed by Shi Xiong and his group stood by, sneering, holding a few heads in their hands. Among them, apart from Cottonwood and Ah Fei, was a head in someone's hand — it was shockingly her own!
"Huff!"
Su Tan opened her eyes, a sheen of sweat on her forehead, her small face pale, evidently shaken by the nightmare she had just experienced.
"You're awake?" Cottonwood stood by her side, her black eyes like stars and the moon, though she lowered her voice deliberately, a faint tremor of excitement could still be heard.
The two were initially discussing something, but Su Tan became somewhat fatigued and lay on the table, soon dozing off.
