Zhao Ming frowned in her sleep as the familiar weak voice disturbed her sleep. She gritted her teeth as she put focus to understand the words of that voice which sounded like whispers, " Zhao Mi...Ming, you..have to...come back. The curse...burn that hairpin on the full-"
Her eyes snapped open when the source of the voice was cut off suddenly. She was sweating and panted to breathe; she looked around to find that it was still dark and realized that she was just dreaming.
The dream that cannot be seen but could be heard only. She turned to her side and looked at Ji Cheng who was sleeping beside her, still deep in sleep.
She caressed his face and commented," He sleeps like a baby." The cheeriness in her eyes was replaced by a worn look. Seeing his face like this, she was reminded of their past that has connected them with a thin thread.
