She recognized right away that it was one of those strange, vivid dreams about that boy with dark hair and obsidian eyes. What was his name? What had his mother called him? Ah Chen? Ah Cheng? That must have been it. Ah Cheng.
A scene unfolded before her
She was in a town of some sort. In the distance, there were many rolling green hills, exactly like those she had traveled through for weeks, and stony mountains standing guard in the distance. She might have thought she was in a town she had passed through on the way, if not for the fact that every house in sight was built from brown clay, with thatched hay roofs. They were all round and squat, with wide, open windows, much like Shin Minyeo's cottage. All of them were in the style of ancient Gongkuan houses.
A commotion was unfolding in the middle of the dirt road.
"You little bitch! This is what you deserve!"
"Take that, you dumb donkey!"
