Ying Le opened her eyes and snapped her fingers, quietly listening to the screams outside. Only when she heard a scream that left no impression on her did she smile.
She pressed her temples and chuckled softly.
"It's been a while since I've had a dream within a dream. It feels so pleasant."
She bit the cigarette, lit it with a flick of her fingertips, took a deep drag, and exhaled, relaxing completely. Although she appeared to be a young girl in her prime, even accounting for her real age, she was still considered in her prime whether as a mortal or as a Foundation Establishment practitioner. Yet at this moment, her face showed a world-weary twilight, like a solitary soul lingering in the mortal world for too long.
