Bai Xiao woke up from a dream.
She recalled, alarmed, that a man with a mask appeared in her dream.
He was no animal, nor an illusion, but a man of flesh and blood.
She could see the faint glimmer in his eyes, recognize the shape of his head and his relatively pale face. Although he was a large figure, his movements were unexpectedly silent and graceful, seemingly unaffected.
But in the next scene, that man was tied to a gallows with his mask being ripped off by Bai Mei, who laughed sinisterly.
It was An Zhiyuan!
Bai Mei, An Zhiyuan?
Could it be that An Zhiyuan's mission this time was related to Bai Mei?
In her restless mind, she told herself it was just a dream.
It certainly couldn't be real.
But since she fell asleep last night, during those long and terrifying hours, she had been unable to sleep soundly because of the dream.
No, the feeling it gave was definitely real.
