The Wish Fulfilled by the Journey

The moment she instinctively slammed the door shut with a bang,

Ye Sheng regretted it.

Of all the possible choices in that situation just now, she had undoubtedly made the one that would leave both sides most embarrassed.

She had forgotten about the Hospital Room's soundproofing, failed to knock before entering, and been too preoccupied with thoughts of Night Raven.

It had made her completely forget that Fang Ran was still just a newcomer. He could not possibly sense her presence before she entered the way the others could.

She silently rested her forehead against the door. Regretting her own carelessness, Ye Sheng could not help letting out a slightly weary sigh.

What am I even doing?

By all rights, she should not have been this flustered. She was no longer some young girl incapable of handling this kind of embarrassment.

Under normal circumstances, she would have apologized more calmly, shut the door, and backed out in a way that minimized the awkwardness.

But for some reason, she had failed to remain calm in front of that young man and made such a flustered move, one completely at odds with her usual image.

Ever since that night that ended last month, Ye Sheng had actually been dreaming.

The first half of the dream was darkness that suddenly shattered everything she had protected, sweeping her into an abyss of despair like wave after wave.

Everything she cherished, protected, and inherited—everything—grew farther and farther away from her the moment the dream abruptly shifted to the dim Forbidden City.

As though it would never return.

That feeling left Ye Sheng's fingertips icy cold in her sleep every time.

Until the latter half of the dream. Sometimes it was a scene, sometimes only a hazy thought.

Ye Sheng saw the black-haired, violent young man