Since then, Gongsun Ce didn't even mention customizing dreams, and in order to monitor himself he stopped dreaming altogether, ensuring every night was a healthy, dreamless sleep, waking up to the real world. So today, as soon as he woke up, he noticed something was off. The quilt on the bed was as soft as it had been before he fell asleep, yet the indoor temperature was chillier than usual. Everything in his vision seemed covered with a gray haze, with faint red sparks floating in the air.
"..."
Gongsun Ce put on his glasses and slowly looked around, finding the source of the cold near the windowsill.
A woman with black hair and black clothes sat hugging her knees in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the flowing clouds in the sky. The time in the environment was frozen at the moment the sun jumped out from behind the clouds. The golden light swept over like fire, illuminating the pure white clouds and her serene profile.
