Icicles formed under the eaves, with small drops of water dripping down slowly.
Chen Yi took a deep breath, not wanting to look any longer. Honestly, it was quite pointless; it was just the Little Fox dreaming. What was there to see?
Dreams, after all, lacked any real imagination. Just ordinary and average. Any dream Chen Yi had would be better than hers.
It just wasn't interesting.
Chen Yi sat in his place, silent, his gaze slightly drifting, and asked inwardly, "Old thing, what's going on with this Illusion Dream?"
