A Shocking Dream

Chapter 150

"Your soul's aura remains unchanged." An ethereal, slightly ageless voice suddenly echoed in Lin Wunian's mind, and she instantly realized it was the Wolf King communicating with her in a special way. "Even though your appearance has changed, and the years have passed, the power and unique frequency deep within your soul remain the same, leaving a deep imprint on the mountains and forests. We wolves perceive auras far beyond visual memory."

Lin Wunian was shocked. She had never imagined that wolves possessed such remarkable perception. She crouched down slightly, looking the Wolf King in the eye, her gaze filled with respect and gratitude. "So that's how it is. The bond from our past lives can continue in this way."

The wolves gathered around, their eyes no longer fierce, but with a touch of intimacy and expectation.

"I accidentally killed the wolf cub. I'm sorry, everyone." Lin Wunian looked at the wolves and apologized sincerely. Her eyes were filled with guilt and self-blame. She leaned forward slightly and lowered her head to express her inner regret.

The wolf king looked at her quietly. Though the anger in his eyes hadn't completely dissipated, a hint of contemplation had also appeared. After a long moment, he slowly approached and stopped in front of Lin Wunian. Lin Wunian's heart was in her throat, wondering how the wolf king would react.

Suddenly, the wolf king extended its tongue and gently licked Lin Wunian's hand. The rough yet slightly warm touch made Lin Wunian's heart tremble. The wolf king's action seemed to be a sign of forgiveness. It then turned and growled a few times at the wolf pack.

The wolves' tense posture gradually relaxed. Although a few still held discontent in their eyes, they no longer showed signs of attack. The wolf that had first approached Lin Wunian slowly walked over to her and nudged her leg, as if to comfort her.

Lin Wunian was filled with mixed emotions. She knew her fault, and even with the partial forgiveness of the wolf pack, she couldn't let it go. She wandered alone at the edge of the forest, the silence around her unable to soothe her heart. Moonlight filtered through the mottled leaves, casting a silvery glow across the ground, but it only made her feel more lonely and desolate. Her steps were heavy and slow, each one a step heavy on her own guilty conscience.

The wind blew gently, bringing with it the scent of the deep forest. It was the unique scent of the wolf pack, but at this moment it pricked her nerves like needles.

She reached out and touched the tree trunk beside her. The rough touch made her feel the existence of the moment, but the regret in her heart pulled her back to the cruel memories.

In the distance, the occasional cry of a night owl echoed, as if accompanying the sadness of the night. Lin Wunian slowly squatted down, picked up a fallen leaf, and gently stroked it between his fingertips. "Oh," Lin Wunian sighed softly, "This is so fucking annoying. I've lived so long that I've forgotten I once lived here with the wolves."

Her brow furrowed, her eyes filled with regret and confusion. She crushed the fallen leaves in her hands, the fragments drifting through her fingers like her shattered and chaotic memories. The past, once thought forgotten, had now re-entered her life in such a tragic way. She stood up and walked aimlessly, her thoughts torn between the past and the present.

She tried to recall every moment she had spent with the wolves, and the blurry images gradually pieced together. She remembered drinking and playing with them by the stream, running and hunting side by side in the moonlight. But now, all of this was overshadowed by the shadow of the wolf cub she had accidentally killed. She didn't know how to repair her relationship with the wolves, nor did she know how to face the condemnation in her heart.

Lin Wunian paused, gazing at the lone moon in the sky. "Is this fate's trick for me? It's making me wrestle painfully between forgetting and regaining my memory," she muttered. The wind brushed across her face, bringing a slight coolness, but it couldn't dispel the annoyance and confusion that washed over her. She knew she had to do something, yet she was afraid of making another mistake. This conflicting feeling bound her like a rope, trapping her in a deep predicament on the edge of the silent forest.

Lin Wunian dragged her heavy steps, struggling through the ancient forest. The surroundings were eerily quiet, the only sound being the rustling of fallen leaves beneath her feet. "Is my memory fading? Not only have I forgotten the wolves, but maybe I've forgotten something else as well?" Her brow furrowed, her eyes filled with fear and uneasiness.

Lin Wunian stood amidst the forest, her eyes filled with confusion and conviction. "Impossible! I've lived three lives, but my memory can't be wrong," she muttered to herself, her mind flashing through a series of disparate images. She firmly believed she couldn't be wrong. She stopped dwelling on it, stood up, dusted herself off, and strode towards the village. The sky was turning pale, and dawn was approaching.

The morning sun shone on the quiet village entrance, and Lin Wunian's figure slowly emerged. "Sister Wunian is back!" A sharp-eyed child was the first to shout, his voice filled with unconcealed excitement and surprise.

Hearing the noise, the villagers emerged from their houses, their faces filled with surprise. Just last night, Lin Wunian had followed the wolf pack alone into the daunting mountains. It was a place even the most experienced hunters in the village wouldn't venture into, especially under the cover of night. The wolves' presence filled the mountains with the aura of death.

Everyone thought the girl was in grave danger and had already begun to sigh for her in private. But now, she walked back safe and sound, her hair a little disheveled, her clothes torn by branches, but her eyes were firm and calm.

Lin Wunian's gaze swept over the crowd, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. She knew her actions last night had been too risky. An old man, leaning on a cane, stepped forward, his cloudy eyes filled with confusion. "Wunian, what's going on with you? Wolves were out last night, how could you follow them into the mountains and remain unharmed?" Lin Wunian pursed her lips slightly, about to speak, but she didn't know where to begin. Those memories of her past life were too bizarre, and she wasn't sure if the villagers would accept them.

At this time, a young man shouted: "Miss Wunian, do you have any special skills? Tell us quickly!" Everyone echoed, their eyes full of curiosity and anticipation. Lin Wunian thought for a moment and said slowly: "I can't explain it clearly, but when I was in the mountains, I seemed to feel that the wolves had no ill intentions. They seemed to be taking me somewhere."

The villagers looked at each other in disbelief. But looking into Lin Wunian's sincere eyes, they couldn't bear to question him. At this moment, a hunter from the village stepped forward and said, "Miss Wunian, no matter what, it's good that you're back. But it's better not to go to those deep mountains as much as possible; it's too dangerous." Lin Wunian nodded gently, "I understand, uncle."