A Dream?!

When we came down from Wangshu Tower, the city's nightlife was just beginning to reach its peak.

But for Lu Yan and Aemeath, this long date on May 20th has come to a perfect end at the highest point in the city.

They walked through the bustling city and finally returned to the cozy little courtyard on the edge of the old town.

Pushing open that familiar courtyard gate completely shuts out the city's hustle and bustle and neon lights.

The courtyard was quiet, except for a small patch of freshly turned soil in the corner, where forget-me-not buds swayed gently in the early summer night breeze, as if welcoming their owner's return.

"Phew~" As soon as Aemeath entered the room, she kicked off her white sandals without any regard for her image, slipped on her slippers, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Home is still the most comfortable place!"

Lu Yan locked the door behind him, then turned around and saw her charming appearance, his eyes filled with tenderness.

He bent down and neatly placed the shoes she had carelessly kicked off onto the shoe rack, then walked over to her and casually ruffled her long hair.

"Are you hungry? You were so busy eating sweet shrimp at the seafood restaurant tonight, you didn't eat much of the main course. Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Aemeath wanted to shake her head, but her stomach betrayed her with a soft protest.

She stuck out her tongue a little shyly, wrapped her arms around Lu Yan, and said coquettishly, "Then add a fried egg, and lots of chopped green onions!"

"Yes, sir."

Soon, the sound of boiling water and the sizzling of poached eggs in hot oil came from the kitchen.

Under the warm yellow light, Lu Yan, dressed in simple home clothes, skillfully busied himself at the stove.

Aemeath leaned against the kitchen doorframe, her gaze tracing his back inch by inch, her heart overflowing with a sense of belonging.

After finishing two bowls of steaming hot noodles, the warmth rising in my stomach completely dispelled the lingering chill of the night.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two took turns showering in the bathroom.

When Lu Yan came out of the bathroom with his half-dry hair, only a dim bedside lamp was left on in the bedroom.

The air was filled with the scent of the shower gel that Aemeath often used.

Aemeath has changed into a pink silk slip dress and is leaning against the headboard.

Her long hair, which had been braided into a side plait, was now completely loose, cascading down her soft shoulders like a pink waterfall.

The neckline of her silk nightgown was just right, revealing the heart -Tacit Mark below her collarbone.

Hearing Lu Yan enter, Aemeath raised her head, lifted her nightgown, and beckoned with her other hand, her movements carrying a strong sense of seduction.

He casually tossed the towel in his hand onto the back of the chair and strode to the bedside.

"A-Yan ~ come quickly~" Aemeath's voice was so sweet it seemed like it could draw silk.

Lu Yan didn't speak. He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, leaned down, and placed his hands on either side of her.

His gaze traveled down from her full, moist lips, finally settling on her delicate collarbone.

"Today is May 20th." Lu Yan's voice was somewhat irritating, carrying an uncontrollable urge.

"I know." Aemeath met his gaze without fear, and proactively stretched out her arms to pull him down a little.

"So, how do I look tonight? Am I beautiful?"

Aemeath's words were like a spark falling into dry tinder, instantly igniting everything.

Lu Yan lowered his head and kissed her sweet, soft lips precisely.

"Mmm..." Aemeath let out a soft moan of unbearable pleasure, her body involuntarily going limp in his arms.

Lu Yan felt the body temperature through the thin silk fabric.

No need for many words; all the love and longing are conveyed in the responses that follow.

The early summer night breeze blew into the bedroom through the half-open window, but it couldn't dispel the heat inside.

After the madness of the night, Aemeath curled up in Lu Yan's broad embrace, her pink hair tangled with his short black hair.

Lu Yan gently kissed her forehead and lightly stroked her back until he heard her breathing become long and even, then he let himself fall asleep.

The moment Lu Yan's consciousness completely fell into a deep sleep, he felt his body suddenly plummet downwards.

The feeling was incredibly strange, like the soul breaking free from the body's constraints and being swept into a vortex.

He tried to open his eyes, but found his eyelids to be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a biting cold wind suddenly rushed into his collar, making him shiver violently.

Lu Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, there was no familiar bedroom ceiling, nor the soft, fragrant pink kitten in her arms.

Instead, there was a vast, white snowfield stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Where is this?" Lu Yan blurted out subconsciously, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he exhaled a breath of white air.

He looked down and was surprised to find that he was still wearing the thin cotton pajamas he wore to bed, and his feet were bare, standing on the thick snow.

A bone-chilling cold shot straight from the soles of his feet to his head; the real touch and temperature made him wonder if he was sleepwalking.

Even if you were sleepwalking, it's impossible to instantly travel from a summer city to a place like the Arctic.

"A dream? And a lucid dream at that?"

Lu Yan rubbed his cheeks, which were stiff from the cold, and cautiously looked around in the wind and snow.

The sky was a dull, leaden gray, and large, fluffy snowflakes fell in a flurry. The whole world was so quiet that only the howling wind and the crunching sound of his own footsteps on the snow could be heard.

Just as he was about to try closing his eyes to see if he could change the dream or force himself to wake up, a blurry little black dot suddenly appeared at the end of his vision.

In this pure white snowfield, that black dot stood out conspicuously and jarringly.

Lu Yan squinted slightly, relying on his enhanced eyesight, and stared intently through the wind and snow.

As the distance closed, the outline of the black dot gradually became clearer.

That was a person.

A tall and slender girl.

She had short, neat black hair and wore a triangular earring on one ear, her hair fluttering in the wind and snow.

She wore a black school uniform from the Star Torch Academy, tailored to fit perfectly, exuding a mysterious and austere aura.

Lu Yan stopped in his tracks instantly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

As someone who plays the Wuthering Waves, he was extremely familiar with this character.

"That is..." Lu Yan took a few steps forward, somewhat incredulous, and moved closer.

He stared at the figure leaving a trail of footprints in the snow, frantically comparing the scene before him with the one in the game.

Indeed, their physique, temperament, and clothing are a perfect match.

Even her unhurried gait was exactly the same.

"Isn't this Rover?" Lu Yan muttered to himself.

His voice wasn't loud, and it was quickly drowned out by the howling wind and snow.

But the moment he finished speaking, the black figure that had been moving at a steady pace suddenly stopped without warning.

The wind and snow seemed to freeze for half a second at that moment.

The short-haired girl in the black uniform of the Star Torch Academy slowly turned around.

Lu Yan finally saw her face clearly. It was a very cold and delicate face, with sharp eyes and an indifference that came with the vicissitudes of life.

More importantly, her eyes were piercing through the heavy snow and wind with unparalleled precision, locking onto Lu Yan.

Lu Yan's heart pounded, as if he were being stared at by a large beast, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.