9 ：A dream of dreams

ened　on　her　hand.　“I　understand.　And　I　will　support　you，　no　matter　what.　But　how　will　you　return?”

    She　looked　down　at　their　intertwined　hands，　a　mixture　of　fear　and　determination　in　her　eyes.　“I’ve　been　studying　the　ancient　texts，　the　ones　that　speak　of　time　travel.　There’s　a　ritual，　a　way　to　reverse　the　process　and　return　to　my　time.”

    Han　Fengling’s　eyes　widened　with　a　mix　of　awe　and　concern.　“It　sounds　dangerous.”

    “It　is，”　Sukie　admitted.　“But　it’s　a　risk　I　have　to　take.”

    With　Han　Fengling’s　unwavering　support，　Sukie　began　to　prepare　for　the　ritual.　The　villagers，　unaware　of　the　true　nature　of　their　efforts，　offered　their　assistance，　providing　the　necessary　herbs　and　materials.　The　night　of　the　ritual　arrived，　the　air　heavy　with　anticipation　and　anxiety.

    As　the　moon　reached　its　zenith，　Sukie　stood　at　the　center　of　a　circle　marked　with　ancient　symbols.　Han　Fengling　stood　beside　her，　his　presence　a　steadying　force.　The　villagers　watched　in　silent　reverence，　their　faith　in　Sukie’s　abilities　unshaken.

    Sukie　took　a　deep　breath，　her　heart　pounding　in　her　chest.　She　began　to　chant　the　incantation，　her　voice　steady　and　strong.　The　air　around　them　crackled　with　energy，　the　symbols　on　the　ground　glowing　with　an　otherworldly　light.　The　power　of　the　ritual　surged　through　her，　filling　her　with　a　sense　of　purpose　and　resolve.

    Han　Fengling’s　hand　tightened　around　hers.　“Remember，　no　matter　where　you　go，　I　will　always　be　with　you.”

    Tears　welled　in　Sukie’s　eyes　as　she　looked　at　him.　“I　love　you，　Fengling.　I　will　come　back　for　you.　I　promise.”

    As　the　final　words　of　th