Gu Yueyan felt as if she had fallen into a dream from which she would never awaken.
It was like a lengthy journey in which Gu Yueyan bathed in pitch-black rain and wind, taking difficult steps toward a distant radiance.
That radiance wasn't bright, but for the bewildered Gu Yueyan, it was sufficient to allow her to struggle through the storm.
Latter on, midway through her journey, the weather suddenly improved, the warm sunlight and gentle breeze making Gu Yueyan feel immensely comfortable, quickening her pace.
When she reached her destination and touched that long-awaited light, the dream quietly shattered.
It was as if a block of melting ice suddenly appeared in her mind, the trickling knowledge seeping into the depths of her consciousness, Gu Yueyan felt like she was beginning to grasp an ancient instinct—like controlling one's legs to walk, commanding fingers to grasp, directing eyes to gaze, an effortless ability that needed no description.
"Mmm..."
