Qi Yue almost fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.
In her dream, she galloped on horseback, a short knife in hand, killing a person with a single thrust, blood splattering all over her face. When she looked again, the person turned out to be...
"Zhao Xiyan!"
She exclaimed in shock, the warmth on her face horribly real. Staring at the canopy overhead for a long time, she finally felt that the dream was utterly absurd.
No matter what, she would never kill him.
If unrequited love led to immediate murder, that was not her.
Without any hint of sleepiness, she got up to see that only two shichen had passed. Guessing that Chu Yuntian would also be waking up about now, she got up and headed toward Songyin Court.
She had barely crossed the corridor when she heard bursts of footsteps, as if many people were rushing toward the main entrance.
Qi Yue frowned secretly.
