"Jingliu... Jingliu, wake up!"
Jingliu felt dizzy, and a familiar voice drifted into her head.
After regaining consciousness, she paused for a moment, waiting for the dizziness to gradually fade before slowly opening her eyes.
She should not have let her guard down like this, but the voice calling to her was familiar, one she seemed not to have heard in a very long time.
As she opened her eyes, the darkness before her suddenly brightened and gradually came into focus, revealing a face she had missed.
A beautiful Foxian woman was looking at her, worry in her sky-blue eyes, her upright ears twitching gently.
Her fur was wonderfully smooth, a pale lavender tinged with white, and utterly beautiful.
"What's wrong? Why did you sleep so long?"
The Foxian complained with a hint of displeasure, while Jingliu's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Baiheng...?" Jingliu called softly.
"It's me~" The Foxian woman smiled a smile that seemed capable of melting ice and snow, then reached out and took Jingliu's hand. "What's wrong? Still half asleep?"
Feeling the softness and warmth against her hand, Jingliu sat up and heard a series of muffled thuds in her chest-her heart was beating like a war drum. How long had it been since her body had felt this alive?
This... wasn't a dream?
Jingliu asked herself, but found no answer.
Because a dream should not have been this clear.
She could hear her heartbeat, feel her breathing, and detect the faint scent of alcohol on the Foxian beside her. Rustling came from outside, along with the sound of two people arguing, as though she had returned to a day countless nights ago. What were Yingxing and that brat Jing Yuan arguing about now?
Looking up, Jingliu saw Dan Feng leaning against the doorway.
The High Elder