I didn't know whether Nangong Yao was trying to comfort me or simply stating what he truly believed.
No one spoke in the hospital room anymore.
I didn't know when I fell asleep.
After I did, I had a nightmare.
This time, it wasn't a dream. It was a real nightmare.
I dreamed that my younger sister and I had been captured. She was hanging up, her body covered in wounds that had been made to drain her blood. I was tied up and unable to move.
Mo Wen had summoned a ghost and forced me to use a dream to return to ancient times and fulfill Liu Che's dying wish. I didn't know how to save my sister and myself.
I changed the past again and again, but nothing changed in the present.
Every time I woke from the dream, I saw my sister covered in wounds and barely clinging to life.
"B-Brother..." she whispered, her cracked lips barely able to move. Her voice came out strange because of it.
Nightmares made no sense.
I didn't see ancient times. I only saw the wounds on my sister growing worse and worse, and knew that I kept failing.
Mo Wen was growing more and more irritable, and I was growing angry and desperate.
Sometimes I knew it was a nightmare; other times, I couldn't tell dreams from reality.
The people from Greenleaf had disappeared, and so had Skinny and the others.
It seemed that only my sister, Mo Wen, and I were left in this world.
"Give up. You can't do it. Fine, I don't need you to do it, either. Bring Liu Che back, and I'll let you two go. You can do that, can't you? You've already succeeded twice." Only Mo Wen's head floated before me. He stared