Ran Yan recognized her instantly—it was Ge Lan!
"Ge Lan!" Ran Yan heard herself cry out in alarm.
The image seemed to be shattered by the cry, fragmenting instantly.
"Wife! Wife!"
Ran Yan slowly opened her eyes and saw Wan Lu's face full of urgency, ceaselessly pushing her.
"The Wife has awakened!" Wan Lu heaved a sigh of relief, slumped in the carriage, looking somewhat pale and unsightly. She averted her eyes and reached out to the side table to pour a cup of water for Ran Yan, watched her drink it all, and hesitated to speak for a long moment.
Ran Yan furrowed her brows and in a hoarse voice said, "Why are you also imitating Sang Chen? Speak if you have something to say! Don't suffocate yourself!"
Ran Yan understood Wan Lu's nature—she was someone who spoke her mind, daring in her actions. It was the first time she had shown such an expression.
"Wife, did you dream about Ge Lan?" Wan Lu asked tentatively.
Ran Yan hummed in affirmation.
