In the distant dream, the girl in green gently held his black hair by the collar, as if shy and nervous, her slender, trembling fingers clenched tightly.
Yet, her face was a blur, unrecognizable.
Baili An did not know whether this dream was just that or something else, but when he woke up, these memories became extremely vague and elusive.
With a headache, as he rose, he found himself covered in thick leaves and vines, like a bedspread, shielding him from the cold winds.
A warm smile appeared on Baili An's face.
Looking down, he saw the silly little deer lying by his side, softly snoring, using its body warmth to comfort him.
And hanging from its mouth was a dry leaf, with its ears twitching from time to time, looking both serene and well-behaved.
He did not have a heartbeat or body temperature, and once asleep, he seemed as good as dead.
The little deer could not distinguish whether he was dead or asleep, no doubt frightened.
