Gao Yang quietly watched from the side, doing his best to follow every line they said to each other. However, just like Liu Qingying, Gao Yang was utterly lost about what Ba Qiuchi was up to. He could tell that the Sweet Dream was still going to continue, though.0

As expected, the girls’ laughter soon faded, and the night wind gliding across the surface of the river was replaced by a humid chill, mist, and rain.0

Gao Yang’s vision refocused. He found himself standing on the hilltop where the Taiping Bridge Cemetery was. It was drizzling from the dark cloudy sky.0

Dressed in solemn black clothes, Liu Qingying held a black umbrella, standing before a newly made tomb, her complexion sickly. Ba Qiuchi’s photo was embedded in the tombstone, and a summary of her life...0