Gu Ran woke up in a dream, surrounded by pitch darkness where he could see nothing; he even thought he had gone blind.
"Gu Ran." The sound of the door being pushed open, followed by Zhuang Jing's voice.
"Mrs. Jing!" Gu Ran looked towards the past.
Relying on a kerosene lamp, this time he saw clearly, Zhuang Jing's figure was hazy in the mist and gradually approaching.
Gu Ran walked a few steps forward, and Zhuang Jing became clearer.
She was dressed in a long robe nightgown, cinched in the middle with a thin belt, her black hair draped over her shoulders, looking like an elegant goddess from a mural under the yellow light of the kerosene lamp.
Gu Ran approached her.
"Mrs. Jing, where is this?" he asked.
"We are still in the hotel," Zhuang Jing said, "but the fog is too thick, the other rooms seem to have disappeared like they've sunk underwater. I followed the walls and only found your room."
"That might mean it's just the two of us in this dream," Gu Ran said.