Distracting Messenger

Li Xueyue woke up the next morning in a pure daze. She tiredly rubbed her eyes, mystified by the strange dream she had last night. Yu Zhen, of all people, appeared in her dreams, comforting her. Hah, what a wild imagination she had. 

"What's this?" she said when she felt something hard in her hand. Turning the item over, her entire face turned white as parchment. The pendant slipped out of her hand, thumping quietly onto her bed. Her eyes widened as she shot out of bed, staring at the item like it could talk to her or something.

"What the hell?" she muttered under her breath, her mouth agape. She poked the pendant, turning it over, her throat running dry.