C92 A Dream

Another year had passed.

Throughout this year, without Ji Ye'an, each day felt like an eternity. A brief span of twelve months seemed to stretch as long as a century.

At dusk, Liu Feng lay reclined in his chair, his mouth opening as if to hum a tune, but he quickly gave up. His aged throat could no longer carry a melody, and his eyes brimmed with an irrepressible sadness and desolation