Murong Jiu fell into nightmares once again.
It had been a long time since she had dreamed of her two children.
This time, she saw them in her dream.
The brother and sister, small and frail, pale as ghosts, held hands as though separated from her by a thin veil, standing before her.
She chased after them, but they suddenly vanished.
Then she searched and searched, as if combing through the heavens and earth, yet she could not find a trace of them.
She cried out loudly, only to discover she couldn't make any sound.
Finally, it seemed she saw a figure, she wanted to run but couldn't muster the energy; her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, heavily unable to move.
Anxiety, helplessness, agony—all these emotions plunged her deeper into the nightmare, unwilling to leave.
"Wake up, Ah Jiu, wake up."
The man's familiar voice seemed to come from a distant place, and Murong Jiu finally turned around in her dream, then the voice grew louder and clearer.