Bai Chuwei was slightly stunned, her heart feeling as if a strange current had skimmed over it.
Bai Chuwei raised her hand, her fingertips drawing the tassels of the bell that a gentle breeze had blown over her head, the sound of the chimes flowing into her ears. She closed her eyes but her mind was crystal clear, "But I can't sleep."
She hadn't really slept for five thousand years, mostly wandering in the sea of consciousness.
Especially at night, and particularly those nights a hundred years ago, those were the loneliest and most boring of days. At least the modern city had a rich nightlife.
At night, she came to the realization that she was the one who had been left behind.
That's why she liked to wander into other people's dreams, finding the pleasure in watching ordinary people have sweet dreams.
Bai Chuwei closed her eyes and suddenly said, "Hanhan, how about I visit your dreams."
Duan Feihan went silent for a moment.
