The night was starless and sparse.
Leng Ruobing's long eyelashes fluttered, and then she opened her eyes with a hint of confusion.
Chu Xiaoran, who had been by her side all along, was overjoyed, quickly supporting Leng Ruobing's newly awakened and very weak body, and let her lie on the feather pillow, then spoke with concern, "Sister, you scared me to death. I thought, I thought..."
As she spoke, tears fell.
What a crybaby... The newly awakened Leng Ruobing had a helpless smile at the corner of her mouth and reached out to wipe the tears off Chu Xiaoran's face.
"It's okay, Xiao Ran, it's okay..." She said this, but deep confusion lingered in her eyes.
She had a dream, a very strange dream.
In the dream, it seemed like she saved Long Qie and others in the Demon-breaking Canyon, but she was very certain it wasn't her, yet if it wasn't her, who else could it be?
Why did she have those inexplicable thoughts at that time?
