The Ten Thousand Ways to Hug the Female Protagonist’s Thigh - Chapter 26.2

In her dream, the world was vast and misty, resembling the secret realm she was currently in. Wen Shu found herself much taller, wearing a plain robe made of an unknown material impervious to water, fire, and blades.

She ran across the snowy ground, chasing something—or perhaps being chased. In the distance, a shadowy figure appeared, flickering in and out of sight, sometimes close, sometimes far away.

“Shu Shu.”

The figure called out, its voice distant and indistinct, making it impossible to tell if it was male or female.

The scene shifted abruptly. Wen Shu was surrounded by a sea of energy, with dozens of shadowy figures floating in the sky. Wind and fire intertwined amidst the rain, and she fell into a muddy swamp. Lightning flashed, thunder echoed, and radiant embers filled the air.

“Fallen one! Your fate was long foretold!”

A thunderous shout slammed into her ears. Wen Shu’s head throbbed with pain as she struggled to get up, but her limbs were paralyzed, and she couldn’t summon any spiritual energy from her dantian.

She could feel immense power surging within her, her dantian churning like an ocean, but she was completely immobilized, unable to use even a drop of spiritual energy.

“Crash—”

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a surge of elemental energy swirled around her.

Wen Shu lost consciousness.

After what felt like an eternity, a warm, gentle light, like a mother’s soothing touch, woke her. She looked around and found herself in a serene valley filled with the scent of flowers, the songs of birds, and a gentle breeze.

Before her was a crystal-clear spring, and floating above the water was the jade brush. Wen Shu reached out to touch it but realized she was now an indistinct shadow, unable to interact with the physical world. Just as she grew anxious, a girl emerged from the nearby grass.

The girl’s face was blurred, but she walked cheerfully toward Wen Shu, though she didn’t seem to see her. With a bright smile, the girl picked up the jade brush and said, “Yu Shengyan.”

“Yu Shengyan, Yu Shengyane.”

Wen Shu’s head throbbed with pain. Why did that name feel so familiar?

“Yu Shengyan, Yu Shengyan!” The jade brush was called Yu Shengyan!

It was as if a floodgate had opened, and memories that didn’t belong to her surged into her mind.

“The zither has fifty strings for no reason, each string and peg recalling a year of youth.

Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies, and Emperor Wang’s spring heart was entrusted to the cuckoo.

The moon over the sea makes pearls weep, and the sun warms the jade, producing smoke.”

“Shu Shu, Shu Shu.”

Someone was calling her!

Wen Shu struggled to open her eyes and saw Wen Xuening looking at her with concern, waving a hand in front of her face. “Shu Shu, what’s wrong?”

Wen Shu murmured, “I… I think I fell asleep and had a dream.”

“Fell asleep?” Wen Xuening was surprised. “I saw you spacing out and tried to call you. It was only a moment—how could you have fallen asleep?”

“You mean it was only a short time?” Wen Shu asked uncertainly.

“At most, five breaths,” Wen Xuening confirmed.