Jun Shiling looked deeply at Xia Wanyuan, his gaze deep and unreadable.
Xia Wanyuan's face was pale, and her usually indifferent eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if something in her dream had made her uneasy.
In her dream, Xia Wanyuan walked alone in the endless darkness. She could hear the shouts of countless soldiers, the exhortations of her young friends, and the overwhelming cries of her younger siblings after she left.
As Xia Wanyuan walked down this path alone, she felt that she was the only one who hesitated.
Suddenly, she felt as if sunlight was shining on her through the darkness. It was warm. Xia Wanyuan walked towards the sunlight in a daze. She stretched out her hand and touched its warmth, as if this warmth could dispel the coldness and darkness in her heart.
Relying on this warmth, Xia Wanyuan fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind. There was no longer any darkness in her dream.
