According to logic, when a person dreams, they naturally have all kinds of bizarre dreams.
A spring dream is one of them.
But while others simply dream, Sylvie can materialize dreams into reality, revealing the most private parts to others.
It turns out to be a melodramatically eventful Mary Sue style yellow dream.
Absolutely outrageous!
And yet, this dream was witnessed by someone.
Instant social death ensued, she just didn't want to live anymore, her toes could probably dig out a three-room apartment in embarrassment.
"Who is that?"
Sylvie looked at the presence beyond the Crystal Wall, in the dense fog, her expression somewhat tense.
Just as she was imagining wildly, suddenly that vast figure stood up, turned around, and left, disappearing into the thick fog.
"Phew!"
Sylvie felt panicked.
She was still seen; would she be threatened to do something? Or laughed at?
Should she tell His Majesty about this, but how could she bring it up?
