The weather outside is terrible, overcast with clouds obscuring the stars and moon. Only the lanterns on the colorful boats across the lake illuminate this desolate world.
Zhu Pingniang's eyelashes trembled as she opened her eyes, gazing at the banquet hall below that was once lively but now empty. Her clear eyes were like a pool with ripples, gradually tinted with the melancholy of the outside world.
A dream, an incredibly realistic dream.
'I must be dreaming.'
If it weren't a dream, why had all the girls disappeared from the lively banquet without her noticing?
If it weren't a dream, how could she have gently caressed Yun Qian's hand like she did just now?
If it weren't a dream, how could Xu Chang'an destroy her clone with one punch, forcing her to be here in her true form?
If it weren't a dream, why would the Sect Leader abandon the Dao Rhyme she pursued?
"If it weren't a dream..."
Then how could she hear Yun Qian utter the earthshaking term "Ms. Li"?
