Bang——!
An external force attacked, shattering the dream.
The unremarkable stone on Jia Xitong's neck was emitting a faint glow.
Jia Xitong woke up abruptly from her sleep; she could no longer fall back to sleep. Her bare feet touched the ground, and the cold sensation gave her the most genuine feeling. The scene in the dream had clearly just happened, but she could barely remember it.
It didn't matter if she couldn't remember.
She relit the candle on her desk, lowered her head, and wrote furiously.
On the other side, Shang Yanting also opened his eyes.
Someone had blocked his dream invasion. Who that person was—he didn't need to think much to know. But could he really be stopped? Just a mere inverse scale trying to stop his intrusion?
Heh.
