That night, Zhuang Rouhui had a hard time falling asleep.
In her dream, she found herself standing in the middle of a lake. The sky was very dark, and the water below her was bone-chillingly cold.
It was rare for a dream to carry such realistic sensations. Zhuang Rouhui looked around, but she couldn't see anyone.
"What kind of godforsaken place is this?"
Furrowing her brow, Zhuang Rouhui walked forward, the water spreading from below her waist, rippling with her movements.
Gurgle—
Though the lake surface appeared calm, moving was exceptionally difficult, each step seeming to sink her body deeper into a swamp.
Horror struck at the bottom of Zhuang Rouhui's heart, compelling her to quicken her steps involuntarily.
But the faster she tried to move, the slower she became. Zhuang Rouhui nearly slipped; as she staggered, the water rose over her neck, and a strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted her.
