In the early morning, Chen Chuan opened his eyes, waking from a deep sleep.
He usually never dreamed, but last night, a series of scenes had appeared in his sleep.
The one who appeared most often was a woman with light brown hair that seemed natural, not dyed. In those scenes, he had spoken with her many times from a first-person perspective.
He could easily tell that the one speaking was this body's mother, Yu Zhen.
The settings for their conversations weren't limited to a single place. Like fragments of a real dream, they jumped from one location to another. Sometimes they seemed to be in the cabin of a ship, other times on a rugged mountain path, and sometimes in what looked like a magnificent, golden temple.
On the surface, it seemed the two were constantly traveling to different places, and some of the scenery was clearly not within Dashun Country.
