Her dream was just a few fragmented images. She seemed to see a sky full of yellow sand and hear shouts coming from the distant horizon.
Shadowy figures moved about, but she couldn't make out any of their faces.
Some faces seemed familiar, but most were strange to her.
Faintly, the scent of blood seemed to permeate the air.
Ye Chutang tried to see more clearly, but she found her feet were rooted to the spot, unable to take even a single step forward.
The shouting grew more urgent, and closer.
Ye Chutang gazed in the direction of the sound, and a figure suddenly leaped out from the chaos.
Just as she was about to see the person's face, she startled awake.
In the dead of night, there was only the sound of soft breathing. Everything seemed to be submerged in the darkness, indistinct.
Ye Chutang glanced at the Little Bun snuggled in her arms, sleeping sweetly.
As if sensing something, she hugged Ye Chutang's arm and gently nuzzled her with her soft little face.
