Beside him, Rose hurriedly knelt down next to him, holding his shoulder, continuously patting his back, and comforted the pale-faced Lin Rui, who seemed like his soul was trembling, "Alright, alright, relax, relax, it's just a nightmare."
"Nightmare?" Lin Rui finally lifted his head, seeing inside the meeting room, Nancy with an expression as if she had seen a ghost, her eyes wide open, larger than eggs.
The Elf Empress Yunning looked grim, her hands crossed as she sat at the end of the long table.
And the strongest among the Dark Elves, the chosen of the Spider God, Elf's Woe, and creator of all spring dreams, Ailia, was more like a frightened little girl, huddled in the corner of the palace, tightly hugging herself, a pool of water beneath her, her teeth chattering, continuously shrinking into the corner.
At this moment, Lin Rui was sure, "No! No! No! This is not just a nightmare! Something really happened. Wutong really came here!"
