"Talisman practitioners truly are incredible. Only their attacks are effective against both people and ghost spirits."
Qiao Mu gave a shrug, and they returned to their room together. Afterwards, they each took a hot bath before turning in early to bed.
Qiao Mu had a nice dream. She dreamed of Mo Lian standing under an elm tree in a courtyard, and he was stretching his slender hands out to her with a smile.
He wanted a hug!
Qiao Mu's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran over into his arms. She burrowed her petite head into his chest and looked up at him anxiously, "Lian…"
Yet Mo Lian's figure dissipated like stardust with her call, leaving her in an empty embrace.
She opened her eyes and woke up. Her body had also rolled off the bed and to the floor. She was still hugging the hard sandalwood pillow, which was poking against her small tummy.
"Pfft." The sound of light laughter came from the bed.
