Yu Zhizhi's mind went blank. She slowly stroked her wrist—the sticky spider silk was gone.
Her gaze focused on a small ember in the darkness, where she could faintly make out a wisp of smoke.
A person was sitting there, their face obscured by shadows, impossible to make out.
"Awake?" The man's voice was rich and deep, like fine liquor aged underground. He held a cigar between his teeth, and a flicker of a strange smile crossed the depths of his calm, gray eyes.
It wasn't a friendly look.
It was more like a well-fed predator, lurking in the dark, that had just spotted a little creature to toy with and stave off its boredom.
'...The captain?'
Yu Zhizhi recognized the man's voice. Her muddled mind gradually cleared as the sound of waves filled her ears, grounding her in reality.
The dream was over.
At the thought of the Lord of Paradise from her dream, Yu Zhizhi blushed.
She started to sit up, but the man's next sentence made her want to hide.
