บท 393: Wedding

There was nothing special in the dream. There were only layers of fog enveloping the road ahead.

Guo Miao was walking in her dream. It was as if the road had no end.

As she walked, she lost consciousness again. When she woke up again, the fog around her had already dissipated, and the scene in front of her was a little distorted.

Guo Miao couldn't distinguish reality from a dream.

In front of him were dilapidated buildings and streets, and sparrows were perched on the messy electric poles.

Guo Miao raised her head and looked up. The sky was covered in thick clouds, and it was pitch black. Some unknown force was driving her, but she walked toward the dilapidated building.

The faint coppery smell of blood gradually filled her nose.

She shook her head, trying to wake herself up from her daze, but the dizziness in her head did not go away.