A Shocking Dream

Chapter 152

The wind blew gently, ruffling her hair.

Lin Wunian sighed softly, gazing out the window at the distant horizon. At the end of the tunnel was his former home, but now everything had changed. The strands of hair in his hand seemed to connect the past and present, each one telling of endless sorrow and longing.

Lin Wunian sat quietly in his room, the dim candlelight flickering in the corner, its shadows dancing eerily across the mottled walls, like the silent lamentations of the wronged souls of the Snow Nation. The air around him seemed frozen with the heaviness of the past, its chill like fine needles piercing through his clothes, piercing his very bones, akin to the bone-chilling cold of the day the Snow Nation was destroyed.

Her heart, like a storm-swept sea, restless for a long time. A single thought, like a ghost, haunted her: Was she too selfish? With the fall of the Snow Nation, that once pristine, beautiful land, shrouded in silver, was now nothing but ruins and endless sorrow. The once towering ice palace lay in ruins, glaringly bare against the white snow, like a disemboweled beast, lying there in deathly silence. And she, Lin Wunian, had played an unforgivable role in it all.

Although her soul resides in this body, this shell is the support that Lin Bingshuang has always dreamed of and wanted to return to. She thought of Lin Bingshuang's eyes full of longing and persistence, and she longed to go home, return to the Snow Country, and return to the land that gave birth to her.

And what about herself? She had always been immersed in her own world, lost in confusion and struggle, but she had never truly considered how to make amends and repay Lin Bingshuang. She seemed to see the people of the Snow Country fleeing in the flames of war, their blood staining the white snow red, the color piercing her soul like sharp arrows. "What should I do?" Lin Wunian muttered to herself, her hands unconsciously clutching the corners of her clothes. She knew that simply realizing her mistakes was far from enough, but where could she start to even slightly alleviate the guilt and sin in her heart? She wandered in this dark abyss, unable to find her way, only guilt and regret following her like a shadow, constantly gnawing at her soul.

In this quiet corner, her heart was entangled in endless entanglements. She, a soul inhabiting Lin Bingshuang's body, once longed to become Lin Bingshuang's close friend. That female general, heroic and righteous, shone like a bright star in her heart, a light that evoked admiration.

Memories flooded back. She remembered the first time she met Lin Bingshuang. Her resolute gaze, her sturdy figure, and the bold spirit she exuded in every gesture had instantly captivated her. She had always silently watched Lin Bingshuang's every move, longing for the day when she could approach her, fight alongside her, and share their joys and sorrows. However, fate, like a farce, had now become one.

She gazed into the mirror, a face both familiar and unfamiliar. It was Lin Bingshuang's, yet it carried her own soul. She knew that, in the process of merging, she had lost her feelings, those once delicate bonds of affection seemingly severed by the ruthless passage of time. She began to drift through life in this body, never truly considering Lin Bingshuang's desires. What thoughts did Lin Bingshuang, the female general, hold in her final moments? Was it a devotion to the unfinished cause of the Snow Country, a lingering attachment to past emotions? Or perhaps some deeper, more hidden desire?

"Oh, how annoying!" Lin Wunian leaned back on the bed, sighed heavily, and then slowly closed his eyes. In the darkness, countless images seemed to run wild in his mind, those chaotic fragments of memory scattered like snowflakes.

She saw the magnificent yet eerie palace, the smoke-filled battlefields strewn with corpses, but it all seemed so illusory that she couldn't piece together the story. She didn't know why she had traveled to this strange and mysterious world. Was it a trick of fate? Or the deliberate arrangement of some unknown force?

She only remembered living in a quiet and peaceful town, leading simple and ordinary days. But in the blink of an eye, she was in a completely different time and space. She thought of the warm fire at home, the kind smiles of her family, and the happiness that she once took for granted now seemed like a distant and unattainable luxury.

Here, she faced complex relationships, incomprehensible power struggles, and the ever-present threat of unknown danger. She tried to sort through her chaotic memories, hoping to find even a tiny clue, a hint to understand where she was and what she was doing. However, the more she sorted, the more confused she became. The fragmented memories seemed to be deliberately working against her. Every time she was about to grasp a clue, it suddenly vanished without a trace.

Lin Wunian's brow furrowed tightly, her hands unconsciously clutching the blanket. She struggled in this vortex of confusion, feeling helpless and terrified. She didn't know what the future held for her, nor did she know if she would ever find her way back, or if she would remain in this world until her death.

Lin Wunian sat alone in the cold room, staring blankly ahead. The scroll from the Snow Country, once her cherished guide home, was now completely lost. She had never seen the legendary scroll in person, only knowing of its existence through fragments of others' whispers. The scroll that had carried her hope of returning home had vanished without her knowing when.

Ever since the scroll disappeared, she had secretly dispatched her most capable and astute personnel to investigate. They traversed the city's streets and alleys, exploring every corner, from the depths of dark and damp alleys to the walls of the rich and powerful. They searched every possible trading location and questioned everyone from street vendors to shadowy black market traders, but still, no trace of the scroll remained.

Lin Wunian slowly squatted down, hugging her shoulders. Her thoughts drifted back to that distant modern world, how comfortable and carefree life was back then. On melting summer days, she could cozy up in a cool room, devouring sweet and juicy ice watermelon. The bright red flesh and sweet juice made her mouth water at the mere thought of it. She could lazily turn on the air conditioner, feeling the perfect cool breeze caressing her skin. Or she could lie comfortably on a soft sofa, watching one wonderful TV series after another, losing herself in those fictional yet captivating stories.