In the latter half of the night, Fang Chuning couldn't sleep at all. He didn't know whether it was discomfort or something weighing on his mind. He always felt restless, with many fragmented images flashing through his mind. When he tried to look closely, they became indistinct. He seemed unable to grasp whether those fragments were dreams or memories.
"What kind of images are they?" Xie Jue asked tentatively.
"In a world of ice and snow, snow drifted everywhere, and the weather was so cold. It seemed like I was running on the ice field with someone. Was that winter? Does Yangzhou's winter have such heavy snow?" Fang Chuning was puzzled because the scenes in his dreams were too fragmented for him to see clearly. "I don't recall such snow mountains. The mountains were barren, with no vegetation, only fierce snow wolves and howling cold winds. What place is that?"
