Butterfly Dream Zhou!

Dreams were false in the end, but how could dreams not be deceptive?

As the saying went, Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly; who knew it was not the butterfly dreaming of Zhou?

The dream ended.

Xian Lin'er slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils were still somewhat unfocused, and for a moment, she actually could not pull herself back from the dream. Her thoughts drifted, and a faint aftertaste and regret lingered in her heart.

"Was it only a dream?"

"What happened to me? How could I have such a dream? To think that, in order to take revenge on Yan Shaozhe, I would do that with my junior brother... It was all fake. Dreams and reality aren't the same. How could I make a move on my junior brother? How could I be like Cai Meier and steal someone else's man?"

"But if I had a dream like that, has that matter already become my Inner Demon?"

The awakened Xian Lin'er did not get up. She only lay there, judging herself.

It was also because she felt incomparably at ease at that moment, and did not want to leave.

She sensed an icy aura that left her somewhat entranced.

When she looked up, Xian Lin'er saw Huo Yuhuo's profile. Huo Yuhao was looking at her with concern.

Immediately, Xian Lin'er shot upright. Only then did she discover that she had been lying on an Ice Bed, while Huo Yuhao was keeping watch beside the bed.

"Senior Sister Xian, you're awake? That's wonderful. You're finally all right." Huo Yuhao was first pleasantly surprised, then lowered his head guiltily. "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Xian. I didn't expect that using my sword intent would actually hurt you."

Xian Lin'er's heartbeat inevitably quickened. This feeling had appeared the moment she saw Huo Yuhao.