Midnight
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The light brightened, and all the water before her vanished.
This always happened, leaving Ran Yan feeling deflated. Suddenly someone patted her shoulder. Ran Yan turned around to see Yin Miaomiao standing gracefully, her brows faintly furrowed with worry, "Ah Yan, tomorrow is Qixi, accompany me to sail on the lake."
"Accompany me to sail on the lake..."
"Accompany me to sail on the lake..."
The phrase still echoed in her ears when Ran Yan was suddenly pulled by an inexplicable force and slowly opened her eyes.
It was already bright outside. Ran Yan sat up in bed, wrapped in her covers. She meticulously recalled every detail of her dream, striving to remember exactly what had happened and how Yin Wanwan had died.
