For a long time afterward, Shang Ruyi was trapped in a haze between dream and wakefulness, with Shantong'er's cries, Wo Xue's sobs, and the worried sighs of Yin Changyue and Dai Junliang echoing in her ears, along with many other fearful or relieved murmurs and clamor.
At the same time, she was caught in a dream.
She knew it was a dream because there was a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose, enveloping her in a warm scent.
That fragrance was like sandalwood, yet also like medicinal herbs.
Just like the scent she had smelled in the nightmares she previously experienced.
So, she was having a nightmare again.
But this time, what she faced was not the soul-rending shadow, but instead being engulfed by darkness, which seemed to turn into a solid form in her dream, tightly wrapping around her, leaving her unable to struggle or even breathe.
So uncomfortable...
So unbearable!
