'This is your future, Su Ningyan.'
'You are destined to destroy everything you hold dear. To be slain by those you love most.'
Ningyan woke with a sharp gasp, his body drenched in sweat, breath coming out in uneven bursts as his hand flew to his chest.
Again.
That dream... again.
Su Mian's lifeless body in his arms, flames devouring everything around him, and that version of himself… smiling, screaming, condemning him.
It was becoming unbearable.
He was within Yan Wuhen's loose embrace, the nine tailed fox barely stirring in his sleep, his hold lax enough for Ningyan to turn his head.
Lan Meishan lay on the other side, his expression peaceful in deep slumber.
For a moment, Ningyan simply stared. Then he squeezed his eyes shut.
I'm going mad.
He pushed himself upright, dragging a trembling hand across his face, fingers pressing hard into his temples as if he could force the images out.
His breathing was still unsteady but something soft brushed against his cheek.
