Han Yan slowly walked toward her residence, taking in the beautiful scenery on both sides of the corridor, but she felt a sense of discord. Yet, she couldn't quite pinpoint what was amiss. As the palace of the Peak Master of Fuhua Peak, it was naturally breathtakingly beautiful. Han Yan stopped and looked at the pond outside the corridor. In the pond, unknown large leaves floated, and between the gaps of these leaves grew huge white flowers, gently swaying in the breeze. On the edge of the pond, a pavilion surrounded by white mist housed a crane grooming its feathers, like a celestial realm. It was beautiful, like a dream.
A dream?
Han Yan slightly furrowed her brows as something flashed through her mind, but the next moment Ye Yanran's voice interrupted her thoughts.
