The man smiled slightly. "It's very simple, once you go down, the balloon will stop swaying."
"Me, go down?" the woman's eyes widened.
The man smile as if he were commenting on the weather, "Yes, you go down. I'll help you."
Her body was lifted up—
"No, I don't want to go down!"
The man suddenly let go.
The woman's body fell from the sky!
And the sea of roses on the ground disappeared, turning into a pitch-black and terrifying thicket of thorns—
"Ah—" In that instant, the woman let out a scream of terror.
Ye Anqi woke up from the dream, screaming.
She opened her eyes abruptly, her pupils somewhat scattered, still holding onto the lingering fear.
A hand reached over and patted her face gently, "Having a nightmare?"
Ye Anqi's eyes moved, meeting Ya Shitian's concerned expression.
It was already daylight by then.
Ya Shitian had just gotten dressed and sat down beside the bed, "What kind of nightmare?"
"I dreamt of a person…"
"What person?"
