"Why... why would Brother Lan Xing do this to me?" Five-colored stone hesitated to step in, choosing instead to remain at the bottom of the well. "Did I do something wrong?"
More and more questions started to fill her mind, none of which she could find answers to.
The chill, hunger, and exhaustion continued to wear down Five-colored stone's will.
Without Lan Xing by her side, she felt she was retaining her sanity.
Five-colored stone sat by the well wall, facing the wooden door, her body curled inwards, her hands wrapped around her knees.
Just like that, she grew more and more tired, her spirit getting weaker and weaker, and without realizing it, she fell asleep.
In her stupor, Five-colored stone had a dream.
She dreamed that everything she had gone through was all unreal, that Hell's Movie, the Ancient Sunset Castle, they were all just dreams.
