"What happened?"
Hu Xiyan murmured softly, touching her forehead. It was already burning hot.
She tried to recall fragments of the dream again, but the dream was rapidly fading away.
In the blink of an eye, she could only remember that it had been an unpleasant dream, yet no matter how hard she tried, she could not recall its specific contents.
All that remained were faint, subtle impressions and emotions.
This feeling...
It was like when she had eaten chicken bones as a child and accidentally gotten a tiny bone spur lodged in her throat—unable to swallow it, unable to spit it out, unbearably uncomfortable for a Fox.
"Feelings are important."
She struggled to pick up any trace of a clue from her mind...
"This is bad."
Though it had been a dream, it was far from ordinary.
Hu Xiyan's face fell. It was hard for her not to dwell on it.
"Did I really forget something? And the prophecy... it didn't count at all?"
Bewildered, she sometimes muttered to herself in secret.
It clearly did not match the inheritance passed down in her clan!
"Forget it. Perhaps it was only a dream..." She took out a wooden comb, intending to carefully comb through her hair and soothe her mood. Her gaze shifted to the bronze mirror.
The reflection within possessed a natural charm where seductiveness and aloofness intertwined. Though she still needed polishing, her splendor had already begun to show.
"...Ugh..."
With a snap, the faint sound of a rope breaking rang through her mind, accompanied by intense pain—sharp and heavy.
The pain came like waves of the sea, one after another, utterly interrupting her thoughts.
She raised a hand and pressed it to her forehead, desperately enduring it.
Only when the pain slowly receded and some haze completely