Rong Nian realized that the dream was collapsing, and he leaped with all his might.
This leap was like breaking through layers of fog.
Suddenly, brightness filled his vision, and then he felt something in his palm. He looked down and saw a snow-white arm.
He followed the arm slowly upward and his gaze finally settled on the face in front of him.
How could this be?
Rong Nian's pupils constricted as he stared blankly at the face that was so familiar to him.
"You..."
Rong Nian's voice trembled, unable to believe that the woman hidden behind the veil in his dream could be Jiang Xi.
How could it be Jiang Xi?
Yet the woman in front of him was Jiang Xi, and at the same time, not Jiang Xi.
Jiang Xi had never looked at him with such sorrow and resentment, and he couldn't tell if this was just a figment of his imagination.
The surroundings were collapsing, and suddenly Jiang Xi pulled away from his grasp, and the scene around them changed.