The dream was heartbreakingly beautiful. Leng Youchen clung to the jagged rocks of the cliff, his entire body drained of strength, yet his gaze remained calm as he looked at her. "Anning, live on. Live for me."
"No… Leng Youchen, don't give up! If you die, I swear I won't live alone." Wei Anning kicked at the edge of the cliff, trying desperately to inch closer to him, but he had already let go of his grip.
With a faint "snap," the rope broke. Leng Youchen plummeted straight down. She lunged to grab him, managing only to catch his fingers. Inch by inch, those fingers slipped from her palm.
She screamed with everything in her, "No!"
Wei Anning shot upright in bed, staring ahead blankly, her entire being still trapped in the dream. Her heart twisted in agony. She couldn't forget Leng Youchen's gaze just before the fall—so piercing, so full of love.
She cupped her face with her hands, feeling the wetness in her palms. Only then did she realize she had been crying.
