Looking around the building, Qin Yu stepped out. His figure appeared in the skies above the small town, like a shadow, unbothered by the wind and snow everywhere.

He looked down. His eyes pierced through all and he saw Qin Taiping hugging his wife. He occasionally spoke to her in a soft voice and looked up at the building his parents lived in, a worried look on his face.

Qin Qingqing and Qin Anan were discussing how they would play with their grandmother tomorrow so that she would be in a happier mood. They had prepared a great deal of things.

There were also many people in the town who lived their own respective lives. They laughed joyfully and argued with each other.

This was Ning Ling’s dream, but wasn’t it also his dream? But in the end, everyone had to wake up from their dream.

Then, let this dream stay forever in his heart!

Letting out a breath, Qin Yu stepped forward. His figure vanished into smoke, disappearing in the endless white snow.

…

Holy Palace.

On the bed, Qin Yu opened his eyes. After a short period of dazedness...