"Alright, I know. It's still early; you should go back to sleep for a while."
"No, bring me some brush and ink." Yang Chuxia rubbed her head; she seemed to have dreamt of many things just now. "Don't just stand there!"
"Alright, I'm on it." Ye Zi'an hurriedly ran to the outer room and brought the brush and ink into the inner room.
Yang Chuxia had already gotten out of bed, and seeing her in just her underclothes, Ye Zi'an quickly draped a cloak over her.
She picked up the brush and ink, and began to draw line by line from memory.
The place in the dream had a small river, and along the river, there was a thatched yard. Outside the yard were two fruit trees and a haystack.
Most importantly, there was a thick snake, very thick and long, lying entirely across the entrance of the thatched yard, its mouth agape as if it could swallow a person's head whole.
"Have them look for this place! See if they can find it."
