Qin Lily was walking and thinking about how to discard the Hundred Ghosts' Pilgrimage painting when suddenly her steps paused, and her eyes narrowed.
The path ahead of her had changed again. At some point, the dark tunnel had transformed into a wide river, its gentle currents flowing. On the river floated a boat, and on the boat sat a man in white, his hair flowing as the wind blew, giving him an ethereal appearance.
It was the same scene!
The same image!
For a moment, Qin Lily thought she had returned to her dream, as this scene was identical to the one she had dreamt of last night!
Her lips twitched. Sure enough, the next second, the man on the boat turned around. His exquisitely handsome features were gentle and serene, his smile like a spring breeze, blooming with flowers.
"Lily, have you come to see me again?" He smiled slightly, his voice gentle, his gaze clear, full of joy.
But for some reason, Qin Lily's heart felt uneasy!