Zhao Ming swallowed her saliva as her grip around the cushion which was on her lap tightened.
Sweat beads started to appear on her forehead as strange memories like scenes started to appear in front of her closed eyes. Though the dream which invaded her sleep was not as bloody as before but she wasn't particularly happy.
It was an empty feeling.
In the dream, she saw a young girl which she had seen previously in her dream which was crying on the battlefield with blood-splattered everywhere.
The young girl was sitting in her spacious luxurious old room which seemed like her chamber and was crying pitifully.
" Miss, please don't cry. If you cry like this, then I will also start to cry. " A young girl standing beside her patted the shoulders of the girl.
Hmm...what do you think Tan Xiu will say?
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