An Yiqing had long fallen asleep quietly in Gu Yelin's arms, exhausted from two days and nights. Even though her physical strength was sufficient, she still felt somewhat weary.
The two embraced each other quietly, fingers tightly intertwined, even their breathing synchronized perfectly.
At that moment, in the pitch-black bedroom, a faint silver glow suddenly lit up.
Following the direction of the silver glow, the ancestral bracelet of the An Family on An Yiqing's wrist was slowly emitting a weak silvery light. In the darkness and the bright moonlight, this faint silver glow appeared extraordinarily mysterious.
Both An Yiqing and Gu Yelin, who were in deep sleep, did not wake up, nor did they notice that the glow from the bracelet lasted for a full ten minutes before disappearing.
At this moment, An Yiqing, who was plunged into sleep, entered a strange dreamscape.
"Master... Master..."
