A ten-years-younger version, but Shin Minyeo all the same. That mischievous, playful glint in her eyes was unmistakable.
In her sleep, Abrial's eyebrow furrowed. She muttered something unintelligible.
The tattoo on her collarbone glowed hotter.
In the dream, Shin Minyeo was still grinning smirkily at Shao Cheng, leaning her forearms on either side of the door frame. Shao Cheng stared at her, fear in his wide eyes. He shifted slightly, as if to run.
"It's no use to run," Shin Minyeo laughed, waggling a slender finger at him. "There's no gate to our garden. That way we can discourage little rebellious thieves like yourself."
Shao Cheng's one unblackened eye darted around the garden. Indeed, there was no gate in sight! The whole garden was fenced in. He'd never be able to leave with all of these fruits and vegetables in his arms!
Shin Minyeo took a step towards him from the doorway.
