Chapter 1801 - 163: Bittersweet

"Swish... Swish..."

In the haze, Fisher seemed to have another dream, but this dream had no content, only an eternal sense of peace and tranquility.

Perhaps you might wonder, shouldn’t every good sleep have this kind of feeling? This shouldn’t really be called a dream.

But Fisher felt that this process, which left only a feeling even without any images, was like a dream, a definite scene...

He felt like he was powerlessly floating in a peaceful ocean, held aloft by the water that had become the same temperature as his body, allowing him to float in water of unknown depth, facing the sky.

The sky bore no imagery, no blue skies or white clouds, no dazzling sunlight, only a darkness, as if the entire world consisted only of the ocean he was in.

He felt like he had come from the sea.

Vaguely, he heard something singing, softly narrating in a tone that he could not comprehend or understand...

He floated, dazed, in this boundless sea, and gradually, he felt it was not the ocean holding him afloat, but him holding the entire ocean to allow its existence.

Until, at a moment, a pair of hands emerged from somewhere in the ocean, accurately finding him floating there and gently lifting him out.

It was then that he was horrified to realize he wasn’t human-like, for he was cradled in someone’s palm.

As he left, the ocean started to bustle, boiling and dancing like hot water in a metal pot, but quickly calmed down, returning to its former stillness, because he remained here.

Meanwhile, he seemed to hear the woman who lifted him speak, in a language he couldn’t understand yet comprehended her meaning.

He heard the woman speak to him in a fluctuating tone,

"Will you one day blame me like a child blames his mother?"

"Blame me for creating you without your consent, bringing you into this dangerous world?"

Time seemed to stand still, and the dreamscape disintegrated at this moment.

In the next second, Fisher’s consciousness broke free from the dream and returned to reality.

Fisher slowly opened his eyes, almost like they were pressed shut by thousand-pound weights, struggling for so long only to open a narrow slit, gazing at the scene before him. What met his eyes were the blue feathers, already warmed by him throughout the night, now brushing against his face, warm like a soft blanket.

He comfortably closed his eyes and nuzzled the feathers in front of him, then buried his entire face in them, tightening his embrace around the owner of the wings in his arms.

Yes, these wings were those of his wife, Valentina’s Phoenix Wings.

However, if questioned why, even though Valentina was held in his arms, he could still bury his face in the feathers, it purely would be due to Valentina’s overly relaxed sleeping posture. Of course, being a gentle Lady, even her subconscious actions wouldn’t be too unruly, but limited to her limbs only, her wings being the more liberated part.

Take last night and this moment for example, her large wings behind her still wrapped around him now. Embracing with arms wasn’t enough; the wings also needed to join in. Initially, due to the sensitive timing, he was focused on other more important matters, almost shivering from the cold, but later as they warmed up with body temperature, it became quite comfortable to lie on.

At this moment, Fisher was still feeling a bit disoriented from the bizarre dream, and Valentina hadn’t woken up yet. So, he decided to indulge in lazing around for a while, estimating that the sky outside hadn’t yet lightened.

Honestly, after advancing to the Mythical Rank, his need for sleep had diminished greatly. Rather, it was more about psychological craving than physiological need for rest, making the meaning of dreams especially poignant.

He blinked, savoring the echoes of the empty dream, while caressing Valentina’s feathers on her wings.

First stroking them against the grain, then smoothing them down repeatedly in a cycle.

"Thump!"

Until Fisher grew a bit bored, and Valentina woke up with puffed cheeks, yawning and stretching, gently knocking her head against his chest as a form of complaint, only to appear knocked out, because once leaning against Fisher’s shoulder, she had already started to drift back to sleep,

"Mmm!"

"..."

Perhaps it’s best to let his wife rest undisturbed, for waking her up seems to be a mistake.

Fisher helplessly tightened his embrace around her, ceasing thoughts of anything else, simply savoring the moment, but Valentina drowsily mumbled again,

"Fi... Fisher... I was just... dreaming, and you woke me up... Mmm..."

Sounding somewhat aggrieved, like a child would.

Valentina was usually reliable, because she was the Phoenix and the leader of the Wutong Tree, so despite having much to learn, she had to force herself to be dependable. Only during times like this, known to none but Fisher, does one remember she is still very young and tender.