Xu Chang'an walked out of the room, stepping on the soft soil, and looked up at this real dreamscape.
The sky was clearer than ever, with gentle, warm light draping over the entire island.
The familiar scene before his eyes made Xu Chang'an temporarily ignore the dissonance filling the dream.
He had woken up in the small house, still practicing calligraphy, so this timeline should be about three years after he arrived on the island.
"Revisiting an old place... even though it's fake."
Xu Chang'an looked into the distance, seeing a vibrant scene, with a red stone path winding forward from the narrow gate, passing through a circular high wall, leading straight to the inner courtyard. Beyond the high wall were blue bricks and red tiles, with three or four small buildings standing.
The central building was Yun Qian's residence. From Xu Chang'an's angle, he could see the exquisite screen window.
