Qiao Suisui had a very tiring sleep.
She dreamt that she was suddenly sitting on a red chair, surrounded by pitch darkness, unable to see her hands in front of her, and wherever she looked, she could only see black.
"Is anyone there?"
"Where is this?"
"Zong Fang, Ruka...."
In the darkness, she called out in all directions but received no response.
Suddenly, a beam of light harshly shone on her, with only a circular spot of light piercing the vast darkness, highlighting only her and the red chair.
Qiao Suisui turned her face away, shielding it from the intense light, and it took her quite a while to get used to the direct brightness. The light toasted her face until each pore was burning hot.
In an instant, a mess of footsteps came from above her head.
She looked up, only to see a frosted glass ceiling covered in countless footprints moving back and forth.
The surroundings began to grow louder, as if numerous people were whispering among themselves at the same time.
