"Ming... Ming..."
Hera?
Yang Ming kept turning around in the hazy dreamscape, but he could never capture that familiar figure.
Suddenly, a twisted and colorful light ball appeared ahead, and Yang Ming frowned, 'staring', seeing a silhouette in the light.
Hera's silhouette.
She was wearing a light white skirt, holding a bouquet, smiling gently and without any burden or pressure at him.
'Welcome back.'
Suddenly again, Hera's silhouette became distorted, folded, the colorful light ball kept trembling, forming another picture.
A 'woman' with an alluring appearance, human-like contour, covered with black scales, extended a tentacle from her ribs, encircling Hera's neck and stretching forward in Yang Ming's direction, Hera sleeping quietly.
This image was just like... fishing.
Great Queen?
The colorful light ball twisted again, Hera's silhouette in the skirt reappeared.
Yang Ming stared expressionlessly ahead.
