The image of Gu Dai flashed in Song Ling's mind.
Gu Dai used to be like that too. She would always wait for him at home and cook his favorite dishes upon his return, her eyes shining brightly with love.
But now, it all seemed like a dream that had vanished into thin air.
Song Ling looked up at the sun, trying to clear his head. He couldn't understand why he kept dreaming of Gu Dai, and now, in his drunken state, he mistook other women for her.
Wandering aimlessly, Song Ling didn't realize he was straying off course.
Suddenly, a heavy blow from a stick struck his head, and he fell to the ground.
Several figures emerged from the bushes, stuffed him into a sack, and carried him away.
At the Gu residence, Gu Yin tearfully looked at Gu Dai, whispering, "Cousin, I don't want to leave you."
