032 Look directly into your heart, search for the truth in your memories.

"Chen Hao, save me!"

"Chen Hao, come save me quickly!"

It was that dream again: in the dream, Ye Yuqiao was trapped in a sea of fire, curled up and sitting on the ground, crying.

This dream had appeared every day during this period, except for the few days in the Dust Realm.

Chen Hao tried to approach Ye Yuqiao and extended his hand to her. He was gasping for air, the heat of the surrounding flames and the choking smoke made it hard for him to breathe.

However, when his hand was about to finally grasp Ye Yuqiao's hand, a coldness that sharply contrasted the surrounding heat invaded his body, bone-chilling and deep.

Immediately after, the sound of harsh wind filled his ears.

The dream began to blur, and Ye Yuqiao kept getting farther away from him.

After taking a deep breath, Chen Hao opened his eyes. The tent ceiling that filled his view, and the light entering from the corner of his left eye, made him realize that everything just now was a dream.