Nodding as if unable to react, Clara Qiu looked towards the door in shock.
Different from the dream, there was nothing there, only the pale moonlight shining through the door.
There were no water stains on the ground, and the copper bell outside the window was silent, as if everything that had just happened was just a meaningless nightmare.
But the screams of the woman in the dream still echoed in his ears. After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Clara Qiu looked out the window in a trance. In the last moment when the scream stopped, Clara Qiu realized that what she had been repeating was not "Shu Li", but the name she answered himself, a name with the word "Lin" or "Ling".
As he thought about it, Clara Qiu's hands tightened unconsciously. When his fingertips moved toward the palm of his hand, they suddenly encountered warmth that was not his own. He looked at the palm of his hand in surprise. Only then did Clara Qiu notice that he had once again firmly grasped the young village master's wrist.
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