In his sleep, a woman was calling him.
Her voice was both familiar and unfamiliar.
["Ya Shitian..."]
["Ya Shitian..."]
Call after call, his mind was filled with her uniquely smiling voice echoing.
Ya Shitian tried to find her, but couldn't see anyone no matter how hard he looked.
["Who are you?"]
["Ya Shitian, it's me."]
["Who are you?"]
["It's me, have you forgotten who I am?"]
["Who exactly are you?"]
["I am..."]
"Young Master!" Suddenly, a series of knocks on the door startled him awake from his sleep.
Ya Shitian abruptly opened his eyes. He tried to recall what dream he had, but found it to be very vague. It seemed like someone was calling him, but he didn't know who.
He also couldn't remember her voice.
"Young Master—" The servant outside continued knocking.
Ya Shitian got up, wrapped in a black bathrobe, and slowly walked to open the door.
He opened the door, his demeanor somber, "What is it?"
