True Solution of the Sword Dao

Lin You flipped off the covers, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat.

"What’s wrong? Little You!"

Feil, groggy and half asleep, propped himself up and rubbed his eyes.

Lin You took deep breaths, her face pale. It took a long while before she could catch her breath.

"It’s..it’s nothing..." she managed a weak smile.

"If it’s nothing, then why do I feel this heaviness in my heart?" Feil muttered. She and Lin You felt the same and could also sense Lin You’s current state.

"It was just a nightmare. Don’t worry about it."

"Oh."

Feil continued to lie down and went back to sleep.

Only Lin You was left sitting by the bedhead, lost in thought.

After a long time, she slowly raised her left hand and looked at the blue crystal ring on her finger.