After returning from Qingqiu Mansion, Zheng Qing had a string of nightmares.
At first, he walked through the academy beneath the night sky. Shadowy figures seemed to follow him, but he could not see clearly. Cold gusts kept blowing against his neck, raising goosebumps all over him. Whenever he turned around, there was no one there. He looked exactly like one of those doomed extras in a horror movie.
Shadows twisted and coiled beneath his feet like invisible long snakes. When he looked up, he found they were cast by a strange giant Tree in the moonlight. Its branches stretched in every direction, nearly spanning the entire tree-lined road. White fruits of all sizes covered the Tree. When a breeze blew, the fruits slowly turned, revealing pale faces with their eyes tightly shut and two streams of bloody tears running from them.
The scenes frightened the young wizard so badly that his legs trembled. He was terrified and could barely walk steadily.
Not until he reached Linzhong Lakefront, where the night and Tree shadows faded and moonlight descended, did the young wizard see clearly that Jiang Yu was walking beside him. He immediately let out a sigh of relief, and his heart abruptly calmed.
The witch wore a dark red gown, its hem trailing behind her like a waterfall of blood, stretching far into the distance before vanishing into the heavy night. Her arms were bare, and she tilted her head with a smile, seeming to say something to him. But Zheng Qing could not hear her clearly for the moment. They walked side by side, stepping through the moonlight and savoring the tenderness in the breeze.
But immediately afterward, a slender figure appeared within the Full Moon overhead. She wore magnificent robes, graceful and enchanting, with long hair cascading