After coming down from the mountain, Mu Chenxi fell ill. It was unclear whether it was due to overwhelming grief or catching a chill, but her fever persisted unabated.
She was trapped in a nightmare, more cruel than the ones before.
Standing in a forest, not far off, a wolf was tearing into an infant.
The upper body of the infant was already bitten to a bloody mess, leaving only the lower half.
She recognized the familiar heart-shaped birthmark on the infant's bottom.
Realizing it was her own baby.
Her baby also had a heart-shaped birthmark on its bottom.
Mu Chenxi's pupils shattered.
Screaming heartbreakingly in the nightmare, "Don't!"
But she was powerless to stop it.
As she fell to the ground, her legs seemed to be welded in place, unable to move forward no matter what.
She watched helplessly as the wolf tore apart the infant's lower half right before her eyes.
Even in the dream, Mu Chenxi felt heart-wrenching pain.
Desperate and heartbroken.