Xu Ci had that dream again.
In the dream, it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. There was cold water under my feet, covering my ankles, knees, and waist. Something was moving in the water, something greasy, wrapping around his legs and arms, pulling him down. He couldn't break away, couldn't scream, and opened his mouth and poured in a mouthful of smelly water.
And then there's the needle.
A golden needle, as thin as a hair, was inserted through the heart. It didn't hurt, but was cold. The coldness traveled along his blood vessels to his limbs, freezing his whole body. He saw Su Wanqing's face, very close to him, so close that he could see the tears on her eyelashes. Her mouth was moving and she was saying something, but he couldn't hear it because there was a buzzing in her ears.
