Lin Yue had a very long dream.
The dream was beautiful. She seemed to have returned to when she was fourteen, when her mother had not been forcibly taken away by "Disgu." The two of them were still living their ordinary lives—somewhat difficult, yet warm.
The one in charge of their district was Chief Shen He, whom she admired. He was gentle and always wore a warm smile, protecting the neighbors from being bullied. Whenever anyone encountered trouble, he was always the first to lend a hand.
Her mother was grateful for everything he did and seemed to have noticed the innocent feelings her daughter kept buried deep in her heart. Every few days, she would find an excuse to invite him over for a meal.
Shen He rarely refused such invitations. At that very moment, the three of them were sitting together, with a small hot pot bubbling away on the table before them. Its fragrance rushed into her nostrils, comforting and pleasant.
Looking at everything before her, Lin Yue wore a shy, beautiful smile, wishing time could stop at that very moment.
Unfortunately, the next second, everything around her began to fall away like fish scales, revealing vast swathes of darkness. The little hot pot on the table overflowed like an erupting volcano, its scalding red oil winding toward her like crimson lava.
Lin Yue immediately panicked and instinctively turned pleading eyes toward her mother and Shen He.
But when she looked up, their figures, like the scenery around them, began to twist bit by bit like a vortex.
No, don't...
Lin Yue grew even more frightened. She wanted to cry out and stop it, but her throat felt blocked, unable to produce even a single sound.
She hurriedly reached out to grab them, but her hand could