"You're awake, how are you feeling? Any better?"
Swallowing back acid reflux, Zhan Se dully stared at Sun Qing, her complexion ashen and pale.
"Sun Qing, I just had a dream. I dreamt about Tang Yu, she was pulling me to attend someone's funeral, and she kept whispering something in my ear... The memorial hall was strange, with many spirit tablets in the middle, and waves of sobbing and crying all around, but I couldn't see anyone. I don't even know whose memorial service it was. Just as I was about to ask Tang Yu, suddenly I saw a particularly beautiful photo in front of the spirit tablets, a bride clad in her wedding gown. And the person in the photo... was Tang Yu herself... How absurd!"
Continually comforting her by rubbing her back, Sun Qing's throat tightened a bit, her voice choked, but she still told her the truth.
"Zhan Se, don't be sad, Tang Yu, she's dead."
"Dead? Wasn't I dreaming? I thought..." Zhan Se's voice tickled in her throat and she couldn't continue.
