At night, the wind blew and the fire spread. In the sky above the Prefect's Mansion, the thunder roared and the lightning exploded.
"Don't be scared, Ruo. Hold on tight! You have to hold on tight!"
Gu Yunxi stared at Wenren Junzheng, who was stepping back. Her eery and cold look softened and gradually warmed up.
She faintly remembered the nightmare that had troubled her since she was little. In her dream, there was a man who called out to her anxiously and painfully. He hid half of his face under the half-worn bamboo hat. Was it him?
But why was he the enemy of the Eastern Depot? Who was him?
She stared at Wenren's empty sleeve that waved in the air. She tried to fill in the blank of her memory. She struggled to piece it up.
She was torn inside. Wenren Junzheng looked at Leng Qingtan
