Long Fei sat next to Liuu Ruyan and gave her a look up and down, "What's wrong, did you have a dream?"
Liuu Ruyan told him, "I often dream of my father standing in a pitch-dark place, continuously calling my name. Every time I wake up, I'm covered in a cold sweat. I feel like he's really there. It doesn't feel like just a dream; it feels real."
Long Fei, curious, asked, "Oh, you've never spoken about your father. Seeing all those antique art pieces in your home, I assume your family must be a Noble Family, right?"