Bi Yan stood outside the compound of the dilapidated little cottage with beads of tears streaming down her cheeks like pearls falling off a necklace.

It was the place that appeared so many times in her dreams.

After what felt like a lifetime she never thought she would live to come back here again. Yet here she was, right in front of the little cottage.

"Is this really not a dream?" The little fox girl thought.

For several seconds, she ...