Mo Ziyin subconsciously put down the memorials to the throne in his hands, and his thoughts drifted back to the nightmare that he had been having for a long time. In his dreams, he always cried so miserably that he kept shouting, "Sister, sister, you stay to accompany Ziyin, okay?" He could feel the pleading in his eyes, but the woman's face was full of bitterness, and the tears kept falling down from her eyes, which made him feel distressed. In the end, the woman was always forced to take away from him. Every time at this time, he would be awakened by the heart-wrenching pain in the dream.
He recognized that woman, the one he had run into in the Fog City. At that time, she even reached out for a stick of candied haws, saying that he owed her. Every time he thought about it, a happy smile
