In the dim, blurred haze, she seemed to hear someone calling her.
On the foggy opposite bank of the river, she saw many familiar figures.
There were faces that welcomed her with joy and there were many others with hideously twisted features that seemed eager to rush over and kill her.
And there were more of the latter.
Those grotesque faces appeared and disappeared within the mist, creating an eerie, unsettling atmosphere.
They were all waiting for her to come over.
But Yan Xiaoru stood on the riverbank, her demeanor unchanged, showing no signs of panic.
She quietly stood there, looking at the sinister figures and beckoning faces on the other side, and slowly shook her head.
"It's not time yet..."
Behind Yan Xiaoru, the man's calling became clearer and clearer.
...Yan Xiaoru! Yan Xiaoru, wake up!
That man, for the first time, called out her real name.
Hearing this voice, Yan Xiaoru softly said, "I promised him, not now to die..."
Having promised, she had to fulfill it.
