“Senior Li? Senior Li?”1

Bai Lingmiao called out softly. Before her, Li Huowang was absent-mindedly staring at the soup that had cooled for quite a while.0

“Senior Li, what’s wrong?” Bai Lingmiao gently touched his hand, which caused Li Huowang to abruptly snap out of his daze.0

“Nothing much. I’m just thinking about the dream from yesterday,” Li Huowang handed the bowl and chopsticks over to her.0

“That bad dream? It’s okay; my mother said that dreams are inverse of the truth,” Bai Lingmiao took the bowl and chopsticks, then headed towards the riverbank.1

Inverse? Li Huowang stared at Zhuge Yuan in the distance silently.0

When Bai Lingmiao returned with the cleaned utensils, Li Huowang...0