Fan Wubing forced a bitter smile, "I consider my soul to be resilient. Yet, the instant I entered the dream, I realized it was a dream. But for some reason, I couldn't wake up no matter what I did."
"You realized it was a dream and still couldn't wake up?" Xue Ya pondered and asked, "Was there something in the dream that attracted you?"
Fan Wubing shook his head, "No. I just simply couldn't wake up."
"Then perhaps it's because your obsession runs too deep," Xue Ya said, "so deep that you didn't even realize it reached such an extent. You were caught off guard, panicked, and couldn't wake yourself up."
"Obsessed too deeply..."
The golden strands in Xue Ya's hair shimmered slightly, adding to her allure, as if colored sand was slowly flowing in her pupils.
"An obsession is a demon. Young Master Fan, there's a demon in your heart."
"A demon?" Fan Wubing paused, "A Heart Demon?"
