Chapter 100: Real Identity

Her eyes snap open. That was the strangest dream she encounter her whole life. It felt so real that she could still imagine the thick mass of white clouds that gave her the feeling of floating in mid air—until now the feeling was there.

The bizarre dream gave her chills, beads of sweat trickled her forehead while her heart make a violent thump inside her chest. It seems that it was not just a dream. She felt that it actually happened.

Her hands pushed herself to shift into a comfortable sitting position on the top of the bed, she pulled the floral blanket aside that covered her from the chest and leaned on the wooden headboard of the spacious bed that was wide enough to fit five people on it.

The dream seem to drain the energy she had. She was also out of breath as if she'd run a long mile when she was just lying on her bed, doing nothing at all.