The thick and soft quilt exuded the scent of the sun, which helped Li Xianglu overcome the discomfort of changing beds and quickly fall asleep.
In a daze, Li Xianglu felt she was on a shaky little boat, which scared her into alertness; her vision was dark, with the sound of howling wind and rushing water.
She felt her feet icy cold to the bone, and couldn't help but retract them upward, only to hear a deep voice saying, "Don't move, be careful not to fall into the water!"
Li Xianglu was startled; the voice sounded very familiar, as if she had heard it before.
Soon, the light in front of her eyes gradually became clearer, and she saw herself and a man sitting on a raft drifting in the sea, the raft bobbing with the waves while the man in front worked hard to paddle forward.
Li Xianglu looked around in fear, feeling an uncanny sense of familiarity, and just as she tried to speak, a big wave rolled over, lifting their raft high and she plummeted into the water with a splash.
