Ji Xueruo slowly opened her drowsy eyes, as if she had just woken from a dream spanning a thousand years.
A warm, radiant white light awakened her, and everything around her had changed.
The dark stalactites and glowing moss had disappeared, replaced by lush pine forests and a riot of colorful blooms, with rolling green hills not far away.
The sky was filled with whirling petals and catkins, borne by the wind to sketch the shape of the breeze; gazing toward the wind's end, it revealed a boundless marsh.
"Am I dreaming..."
Ji Xueruo blinked hard, trying to shatter the dream, but the dream remained unchanged, and the sweet scent in the air seemed to tell her this was reality.
Ji Xueruo was perplexed, thinking her excessive fatigue had led her into deep sleep. You Su had yet to regain his mobility, and formidable enemies still lurked in the shadows; now was not the time for her to be peacefully immersed in a dream.
