In her dream.
Qin Ruan leaned against the tombstone, her downcast eyes looking at the man squatting in front of her.
His features were picturesque, his entire being emanating grace and nobility.
Such a handsome man, she wanted to look at him a little longer.
His biannual visits to Wanbao Mountain were incredibly precious to her.
She was so lonely at Wanbao Mountain.
In the beginning, she could still talk to herself, whispering to the wind, rain, flowers, grass, and trees around her. It made her feel less alone.
She feared loneliness and sought solace in her own voice.
Yet it was nothing more than a self-delusion. Despite the vast world around her, she was but a lone ghost.
Over time, she increasingly lost her sense of existence.
Given enough time, loneliness too could become addictive.
She began to grow more accustomed to it.
And found a way to soothe her suppressed soul.
That was to embrace loneliness, to reconcile with it.
