Baimeng had a dream. In the dream, a small, golden figure was crying.
That child, of unknown gender and age, was crying so bitterly, as if their entire world had collapsed.
A pang of inexplicable sorrow tightened Baimeng's heart. She wanted to pat the child's back, to hug them and offer comfort, but not a single word would come out. She could only watch as the tiny figure curled up into a ball, weeping in anguish.
Chapter 160