Qu Fulan didn't answer, because she had already fallen asleep.
Pei Ji'an sighed; he felt he might be going mad to ask such absurd questions.
But many of her actions indeed seemed to merge with the world he had seen, yet... how could that be?
Why did he see those images? The master said that what is seen does exist—does it exist in his dream, or somewhere else?
If such a place truly exists, how did she come from it?
Could it be that there really are ghosts and gods in this world?
Heir Pei frowned; he never believed in these things.
If there truly are ghosts and gods, why fight wars? Why seek redress? Just let the spirits solve it themselves.
Pei Ji'an didn't dwell much on it and lay down to sleep.
Turns out, despite not having dreamt for a long time, he actually dreamt that night.
At first, he was clearly a spectator, watching people walk back and forth in the scene.
Then she called a name.
"Han Che."
Han Che...
