At that moment, Wang Jixuan noticed the flickering candlelight in the intersection of light and dark fragments.
For Lingtong at this instant, she was akin to being in a light sleep, quite weak, and could faint at any moment.
She was immersed in the dreamscape constructed by these fragments.
The content of the fragments split into two halves, the left side was Wang Zheng, and the right was Mu Liang. These were two different dreams.
Full of questions, Wang Jixuan couldn't believe what he was seeing.
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The scene on the left carried a somewhat somber attribute.
Wang Zheng, who was forging, heard footsteps from behind, turned around, stepped back two steps, and showed a panicked expression, using the hammer to shield his chest.
"Put it down," she said somewhat domineeringly.
Wang Zheng put down the hammer, bowed his head to look sideways, showing an embarrassed expression.
She took slow steps towards him, her slender fingers lifting Wang Zheng's chin.
