She touched her forehead and discovered that it was covered in beads of cold sweat. What was happening to her now? Was it a nightmare? That hillside she had just dreamt of was the same one in the small town where she had grown up.

Besides... That scene in the dream... Serenity bit her lips without realizing it. The sun was shining brilliantly outside the window. She looked at the time—it was already 11 o'clock. She had really slept for a long time.

She turned to the nightstand and found a note Jackson had left for her. His handwriting was long and thin but strong and firm at the same time. She thought it looked very beautiful. As she read it, she found out that he had left for work at the company early in the morning to deal with all the work accumulated over the past few days but that he would be home in time to have dinner with her.

Seeing his handwriting made Serenity feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and the panic and anxiety she had felt in that dream earlier slowly dissipated.