This time, it was the same dream, and Ling Momo was still chasing after Enson. When she stepped behind Enson, the man did not disappear this time. She held her breath for a long time, hardly muster up enough strength to gently tap on Enson's back.
Then, Enson slowly turned his head. Ling Momo's eyes stared straight ahead, not daring to blink, as if fearing that the man in front of her might disappear any moment.
Time seemed to stand still, and after a long while, his side profile finally appeared in front of her, albeit blurry, as if obscured by a layer of mist. She couldn't see clearly and desperately reached out her hands, trying to wave away the mist.
But the mist was still heavy. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed impossible. Ling Momo felt especially anxious and filled with an unprecedented sense of despair.
Just as she was about to give up, the mist in front of her suddenly cleared completely, and then she clearly saw the man's face.
