It was a terrifying dream. To be honest, Ouyang Xueqing didn't know how she could dream of something so vivid. Even the act of remembering it brought back the pain and sorrow that she had never felt before.
She was in a burned land. Smoke was billowing toward the sky, painting the originally clear blue horizon into a depressing grey. Corpses were strewn everywhere and the smell of blood was so thick that it was nauseating.
The sound of metal clinking was still heard somewhere as the war was still not done. But the damage that it had done was massive.
Ouyang Xueqing was running as if her life was depended on it. Her breath was uneven and her chest hurt from the lack of oxygen. Yet she didn't seem to care as her feet kept on rushing toward somewhere, toward someone who was the core of her soul, the meaning of her existence.
