In the dreamscape, Qiao Xixi watched the storm clouds, which swirled as if stirred by a great wind, gradually deepening in color.
Suddenly, her pupils contracted. She reached out a hand in shock.
A few scattered raindrops fell into her palm.
"It's rain. It's really raining."
Yun Ji stared, momentarily stunned by Qiao Xixi's delighted expression. His own form grew even fainter.
"Yes. You've learned to create something from nothing, but your technique is still a bit clumsy. You need more practice."
"No problem."
Inside the stone house, Xiya watched her younger siblings file in before turning to lock the wooden door.
"Mother and An'an are still sleeping. Let's be quiet."
Hearing the noise, the little tiger cub's two fuzzy ears twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Awoo~?"
Qiao Qiao heard the stirring and walked over. Mimicking Qiao Xixi, she gently patted the tiger cub's back. "Did we wake you, An'an? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"
