Serena gazed at him in silence for a while, saying nothing.
In the end, the two of them still failed to say a proper goodbye.
Serena went into the bedroom, while Adrian sat alone on the sofa in the living room until dawn.
…
That night, Serena had a nightmare she hadn't had in years.
Snowflakes flew like shredded cotton, violently sweeping between heaven and earth.
Serena, dressed thinly, stumbled through the boundless snow, each breath stabbing her organs with icy shards.
Suddenly, a dreadful realization startled her.
She was not running—she was falling.
Falling into the endless black depths of the snowy plain. Every nerve and limb was burning, so scorching it felt her flesh would peel from bone in the next second. Such slow incineration was crueller than being consumed by a volcano all at once.
Was she going to die?
