The images continued to shift constantly, as if the space had lost its stability, their order of appearance entirely chaotic.
The scene before her eyes grew clear, revealing a small, delicate wooden cabin nestled among a peach forest. Wang Zhaojun looked closely and instantly recognized it as her own dwelling.
In front of the cabin, Xiaobai was busy tidying up. Sweeping the floor, watering the flowers, and trimming the lawn by turns, his nimble movements were enough to win anyone's affection.
Chapter 121