The convoy, made up of several carriages, a few coachmen, and several guards, continued to sway along the scorching desert highway beneath the dusky sky. They were still at least a day and a half away from their destination, Xujing.
Unlike before, however, they were now encountering more and more merchant caravans and travelers on the road. Though they were still in the desert, there were a few more trees and willows in the distance, and the surroundings felt more lively.
"..."
"Ah!"
Inside one of the carriages, which carried only two passengers, Mo Caihuan finally woke again. Her face was pale, sweat beaded on her forehead, and even the maid's dress she wore was damp with perspiration. She slowly opened her eyes.
She'd just had that dream again...
But this time, the dream had been different.
In the dream, the white-haired, white-bearded immortal hadn't imparted peerless immortal arts to her. Instead, an immortal wearing a purple-gold crown and a Carefree Crane Cloak, with shoes on his feet and a sash around his waist, had taken her aside and given her some earnest advice. He had the body of a child and the face of a beauty, three wispy strands of beard beneath his chin and raven-feathered locks at his temples. At the end, he'd even offered her a few words of encouragement.
But she couldn't remember what they were at all after waking.
One thing hadn't changed, though: her Brother Han still hadn't accepted her feelings. He'd left her without hesitation, going away with an exceptionally beautiful fairy.
"Ugh..."
"Brother Han..."
Still unable to tell dream from reality, Mo Caihuan couldn't stop her crystalline tears from falling.
"??"
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"!!"
"Ah!"
Just then, Annie's curious, well-behaved little face suddenly leaned toward her. Her lovely, wide eyes seemed almost able