The late night at Ailan Castle was very quiet, unlike the Zhebei Region that was hit by a spring snow disaster; here, it was full of spring's vitality.
Ou Lan was restless in her sleep.
She had a terrible dream, dreaming of Baili Mu covered in blood standing before her. She wanted to grasp him, but no matter what, she couldn't reach him. He was like an illusory image, drifting further away, as if he were about to disappear from her life.
"Brother!" In a painful struggle, Ou Lan suddenly awakened and sat up.
Zhan Moxiao was immediately awakened as well. He sat up swiftly, turned on a bedside lamp, and saw Ou Lan's forehead covered in cold sweat. She was gasping for air, her face as pale as paper.
With a heart full of ache, he pulled her into his arms and asked with concern, "What's wrong, did you have a nightmare?"
