Chapter 7
In the darkness, I dreamt about
many past events, and they were all about Qinghan. Actually, if I could keep
meeting him, even if I was stuck in dreaming for eternity, I did not mind.
Dreaming and dreaming of the past, they somehow seemed to actually become real. I actually felt someone hold my hand and hoarsely call out beside me, “Master.” It was so regretful, so uneasy, and so upset.
