Hua Yan was exhausted by a dream, and now, clinging to Yun Chi, she didn't want to let go. Her mind not quite clear, she wondered why she would dream of that last scene from four hundred years ago today? She had never dreamed of it in all these years.
Emperor Huaiyu had been etched deep in her soul for many, many years, but had never entered her dreams.
Yet now, here in Shanzhen Pavilion, she had dreamed of him.
Yun Chi held Hua Yan quietly for a moment, lightly patting her back, offering silent comfort.
Time passed before Hua Yan calmed down and lifted her head from Yun Chi's embrace, looking at him, she still told the truth, "I had a dream, but it wasn't exactly a scary nightmare. I just dreamt about the last moments from four hundred years ago."
Yun Chi pursed his lips, and even though jealousy drove him mad, he still asked, "What was it like?"
Hua Yan spoke softly.
