Zhen Wenqian did not sleep well.
In his dream, he saw Du Yunluo standing gracefully under the veranda, her every expression captivating. She was gently speaking to the maid beside her, and both in appearance and temperament, she had transformed completely from the little glutinous rice dumpling of her childhood.
He hurried forward, calling her "cousin," but Du Yunluo was cold and distant towards him, and even the maid watched him warily, not allowing him to come close.
Then, he saw Du Yunluo smile.
Her almond-shaped eyes arched, sparkling like a mesmerizing lake or a clear gem.
Such a smile filled Zhen Wenqian with excitement, and he reached out for her, only to realize that her smile was not for him.
He followed her gaze and saw the figure of Mu Lianxiao...
Zhen Wenqian woke with a start, sitting up and gasping for breath.
In the moonless, starless night, it was pitch dark all around. In the distance, he heard the sound of the watchman; it was the third watch of the night.
