Over the past six months, she has had the same dream repeatedly. The difference is that the details in the dream are sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. She struggled, jumping between right and wrong.
Until she was in a daze, sitting under the stage drinking tea, the story told by the storyteller matched the plot in the dream. She paused for a moment, and the warm tea spilled out with the sound of the cup and the table. She didn't care that it wet her sleeves. She threw down the broken silver and stood up to leave. After exiting the gate, the bustle behind him instantly turned into a shadow. Only her slightly wet dress was left, and her forehead twitched sharply. She turned her gaze cautiously, and the streets and people from before were hidden in the mist and disappeared. The dream of ghosts hitting the wall disappeared in an instant, revealing the woods under the dark atmosphere. Looking around, only birds were flying across the sky with a few twinkling stars.
Counting the time, this is the fifth day she has entered the secret realm of Yingxun.
Intention: We who are like-minded and travel across Jiuzhou will move towards the light