The Huo Family Old Residence was silent in the dead of night, but Mu Qingxuan tossed and turned in her sleep.
Moonlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow across her face. As the light flickered, a dream engulfed her like a rising tide.
Her consciousness began to blur, and her body felt weightless. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a room that was both strange and cold.
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