The once-clear sky rumbled with a few claps of distant thunder, and oppressive black clouds swarmed across the heavens.
Song Lianhe hurriedly found a place to take shelter from the rain.
She had given all her silver taels to that Daoist, so she couldn't hire a carriage. All she could do was wait for the rain to stop.
Gazing up at the drizzling rain, she slowly reached out her hand to catch the cold drops.
The sensation felt so real, just like this world.
'She could hardly tell what was real and what was an illusion anymore.'
'Was the real world just a dream, or was this world from the book the true reality?'
Water dripped from the eaves, landing in her fair, slender palm. One side of her body was nearly soaked through, but she didn't seem to notice in the slightest.
In the distance, a jet-black carriage emerged from the misty rain. A White Jade Bell hanging from its side chimed with a crisp, clear sound.
Hearing the familiar chime of the bell, Song Lianhe turned to look.
