Everyone thought Xuan Wen had gone mad—her family in reality, her former colleagues, even her closest Female Assistant. At some point, this world had begun targeting her. Cold reality pressed in from every direction like an airtight wall.
No one believed Xuan Wen. She was trapped in a cage woven by some force, allowed to grow only along a predetermined path.
Her mind was muddled and her body exhausted, yet she could not sleep. Only when dawn was near did Xuan Wen finally enter the dream.
In Lijing Apartments, Gao Ming's bandages had been removed, and most of his injuries had healed. His shattered dream marks had reassembled into eerie divine patterns, but with Xuan Wen absent for so long, those patterns seemed to have lost their anchor. They began scattering again, showing faint signs of another collapse.
Cradling Gao Ming's head, Xuan Wen stroked his soft hair and leaned close. Her uneasy heart slowly settled.
"Observing you is my assignment, Candidate Number Thirteen..."
As though she had made a decision, Xuan Wen tightened her arms slightly, holding him like a gift she could lose at any moment.
The sunset's afterglow shone into the little room and fell across them both. The room was quiet. Only the ticking of the clock and their nearly overlapping heartbeats could be heard.
As the sun sank below the horizon, the moon rose. Its pallid light gradually distorted, soon becoming that gouged-out eye again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The clamor rang in her ears. The person beside her shattered along with the dream. Xuan Wen opened her eyes and saw the caregiver opening the hospital ward door, urging her to get up.
As the finest doctor in this private hospital, Xuan Wen knew all its regulations. Having seen certain things clearly, she no longer hoped