A chill seeped through the door crack, making Xiaoyu instinctively shrink her neck. She was just about to complain to Dongfang Mingyue about the cold outside when she noticed something amiss with the girl's expression—Dongfang Mingyue's eyes were downcast, long lashes casting faint shadows below. Her fingers were unconsciously clutching the dining spoon, turning her fingertips white.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Xiaoyu leaned closer and asked softly.
Dongfang Mingyue's voice was low, almost a whisper: "Two months ago... I dreamt of this man."
"Huh?" Xiaoyu's eyes widened instantly, quickly asking, "What happened in the dream? Did something bad happen?"
Dongfang Mingyue's eyes darkened, and she nodded lightly: "In the dream, his flying device malfunctioned midway, plummeting from the sky and crushing a passing young man. He didn't survive either."
