"You mean dying in your sleep..." The man drew out his words. "Yeah, that happens. We're all going to die sooner or later, so what's wrong with dying in a dream?"
"Do you remember how you got in here?" Xu Huo asked. "Was anyone else with you?"
The man's mouth twisted into a grin. "Not just anyone can enter Midsummer Night. Only people with hope can get in."
Then he told Xu Huo how he had entered, coloring the tale with his own feelings.
First, he saw a streak of rainbow light—which he took as a special sign that Midsummer Night had chosen him. Then a thick fog descended where he lived, covering all of Brown Skin City. Finally, he passed through a special passageway alone and arrived in this world of white mist: the Midsummer Night world.
As for how he had passed through that "special passageway," he couldn't remember. He only recalled a light breeze brushing over him, and then, in the next instant, he was somewhere else.
He hadn't seen anyone else after entering, so he thought he was special and would surely get to see the legendary Midsummer Night Star River. He'd been happy for a while, but after searching the entire city without finding a single clue, he was nearly starving to death. Even then, he hadn't lost faith.
He changed his approach. He decided that Midsummer Night Star River wasn't something he could find on his own; it had to choose him. In other words, what he was doing now was futile. If there was any hope of him being saved, Midsummer Night Star River would come to him of its own accord.
"Maybe it'll happen in a dream," the man speculated.
"Have you seen anyone saved by Midsummer Night Star River with your