Murong Jiu dreamed of two frail children running nonstop on a mountain path, with someone chasing after them to kill them, and the sound of dogs barking.
She seemed to be trapped in the dream, her feet sinking into the mire, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull them out.
In the dream, she watched as the two children were driven to a dead end, and even though she screamed until she was hoarse, no one could hear her. She felt so desperate, so anguished—she knew it was a dream, yet she couldn't wake up.
She fell into darkness, with no one to pull her up.
It was at this moment that it felt as if a warm temperature was coming from her hand; like driftweed in the sea that had grasped a lifeline, someone seemed to be calling her.
"Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, wake up…"
Finally, she pulled herself out of the muck and opened her eyes.
What she saw were a pair of worried deep eyes and a silver mask.
"Prince?"
As her voice emerged, she realized how hoarse her throat was.