Gu Yiyi closed her eyes, feeling desperate and utterly helpless.
It felt as though a long, long time had passed—as long as several centuries. The surroundings somehow felt different, yet strangely familiar. Gu Yiyi's heart felt as though it had suffered a heavy blow, and she wanted to open her eyes, yet lacked the courage to do so. She took a deep breath, heavily steadying her racing mind, and slowly, bit by bit, opened her eyes.
The sky was already bright; it was early morning. Gu Yiyi was in her own room—a familiar setting, without a single thing out of place. It was as if she had merely been having a dream. She raised her arm and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. The dense, cold sweat told her clearly that this was no dream.
Chapter 143