He Guang had a dream. In it, Qing Shu stood on the opposite bank of a frozen river. The wind howled, whipping her long, thick hair into the air. Huge, heavy clouds were about to descend from the sky. Qing Shu smiled faintly, took a step forward, and vanished.
When he woke, Qing Shu was sitting beside his bed, looking at him. "You're awake."
