The scorching sun hung high in the sky. Within the green shade of Blueberry Manor, Lian lay on his bed. His eyes were shut tight, his brow slightly furrowed, as if he were trapped in an unpleasant dream.
Meanwhile, Yina was still rummaging through the various letters in the drawer, terrified of missing someone important and rendering Lian's dream-meeting incomplete.
In addition to letters, she carefully sniffed even memos and notes.
She was a very talented third-generation Succubus who could locate people's dreams based on their scent alone. Even if her targets weren't asleep, she had special methods to make them doze off and enter a designated area—like Lian's dream, for example.
Although Lian's drawer was overflowing with items from various women, Yina painstakingly tracked down the owner of every single scent, all to show her master she was truly working hard.
