That night, Bai Yanliang had a dream, a very strange dream.
A very familiar figure stood in front of him, but he couldn't see the person's face clearly.
Although he tried hard to get closer, the distance between them never shortened in the slightest.
"Who are you?"
Bai Yanliang asked in the dream.
However, although he could feel the person was looking at him, too, the person in the shadow wouldn't speak.
"You are... who are you..."
A flash of white light suddenly appeared, causing Bai Yanliang to open his eyes in a daze.
It was morning.
What woke Bai Yanliang was a streak of morning light climbing onto the windowsill, piercing through the thin mist, and shining on his face.
Bai Yanliang stretched lazily, slowly got up, and leaned against the windowsill to look out.
Everything around was shrouded in gentle morning light, the willow trees by the road hung low, swaying their branches gently in the breeze.
