Xia Qingyi did not sleep well when she lay on the bed, her consciousness constantly drifting in and out of sleep. Her head felt heavy, pressing deeply into the pillows as though it was stuck. She wanted to turn over but her body would not move an inch. In her drowsiness, she seemed to dream of a girl who looked extremely similar to her, but the girl's expressions were different. She was smiling evilly, and kept looking at Xia Qingyi.
Xia Qingyi heard her open her mouth and say, "I am Xia Qingyi, who are you?"
That person's voice seemed to permeate throughout the fog and fade into nothingness. This made Xia Qingyi feel an inexplicable fear in her heart.
She repeated again, "I am Xia Qingyi, who are you?"
Xia Qingyi did not dare to look at her eyes. Her dream-self was especially scared of this person in front of her; she wanted to open her mouth to speak, the words already at her mouth, but she suddenly could not say any more.
