Xu Cheng lay on the couch, feeling groggy, probably due to the emotional upheaval. In her dream of the White Giant Tower, a sinister phantom appeared, like a lingering ghost quietly observing her.
But she was more concerned about her little Grayhound shuttle machine; once it was wrecked, she couldn't leave Jialong Slope to deliver parcels. Thinking of this, she felt tense and especially fatigued.
Bai Jiayi appeared anxious, patting Xu Cheng and solemnly taking out two pills.
"I know many people have nightmares after the 'Heavenly Tribulation'. Guests have complained before; are you the same?" Bai Jiayi asked.
"Hmm..." Xu Cheng weakly nodded. In her dreams, there was the illusion of the White Giant Tower, ever-changing.
