This night, Bu Quan had also not slept well.
Unlike the Dragon-man youth, she was awakened by a nightmare.
In her dream, she had returned to the deepest parts of her memory, to the moment she could hardly bear to recall.
Holding a middle-aged female Snow Elf in her arms, she cried out in agony and despair, "Amu, please don't die, don't die! Don't leave me..."
The nanny, who had almost raised her from childhood, looked at Bu Quan with gentle and loving eyes, "Little Quan, though Elves are long-lived, they ultimately must die."
"Our parting has merely come a bit sooner."
"Do not think of seeking revenge, absolutely not. Run, hurry and leave this place."
"You are too kind-hearted, child. After you leave Amu, be cautious, and do not be too trusting of others. You know, it is very difficult to judge a person's heart by their appearance, or even by their actions."
"Hearts change even more."
"Take good care of yourself, Amu can no longer be with you."
"Live on well..."
