"You're talking about the ones who die in their sleep..." The man dragged out his words, "Yeah, there are, there are. Anyway, we're all going to die sooner or later. Dying in a dream isn't so bad."
"Do you remember how you got in here?" Xu Huo asked, "Were there others with you?"
The man grinned, "Not everyone can enter 'Midsummer Night.' Only those with hope can get in."
Then he recounted how he came in, coloring the retelling with his own emotions.
First, he saw a stripe of colored light—which he took as a special omen marking him as chosen by 'Midsummer Night.' Then, thick fog appeared where he was, blanketing all of Tan-skinned City. In the end, he alone passed through a special passage into this world of white mist—the 'Midsummer Night World.'
As for how he actually got through the 'special passage,' he couldn't remember. He just felt a gentle breeze sweep over him, and in the next instant, he was somewhere else.
