Huo Jiu had the same thought. Death was easy. A life worse than death was the most severe punishment.
"Yes."
Huo Yunque knocked on the table and paused for a moment. "After that, send her to Huo Ningxi."
He wanted him to take a good look at what his father had left for him.
Huo Jiu was not surprised at all. He accepted the order and left.
...
After that, the same dream would appear from time to time while Song Yaoyao was sleeping.
However, it was always like looking at flowers in the fog. Often, when she wanted to see their faces, the scene would stop abruptly.
This time was no different.
The dream was like a warning, but also like a part of her life that she had missed out on.
Those broken scenes and the intermittent conversations were gradually connected by Song Yaoyao.
