In the haziness between dreaming and waking, Lianhua felt an unexpected panic.
How could that be possible?
How could she, of all people, feel panic?
In her recent dreams, she had been holding that person's hand, fingers interlaced in an especially intimate clasp, which gave her a profound sense of security in the dream.
Until the moment they let go, she felt a profound sense of loss.
It was as if she'd lost something fundamentally important in the depths of her being, a sudden drop that jolted her awake, her pupils reflecting endless, majestic Holy Light.
She rose from her bed, her smooth black hair cascading down like a waterfall, her fair and delicate face as flawless as that of a Celestial Being, her eyes and brows revealing a breathtaking beauty. Breathing in the fresh air of early spring, she pressed her full lips together and fell silent.
Her right hand was empty.
As if something had been lost.
"This ritual went exceptionally smoothly..."
She whispered to herself.
