An Xiaoning put her phone down, put on her slippers, and entered the bathroom.
She then took a clean shower.
She dried her hair with a towel instead of the hairdryer before combing it.
She then changed into a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts, both of which were red in color, and headed downstairs with her mobile phone.
After grinding up some coffee beans and making herself a cup of coffee, she sat on the couch and sipped on it quietly.
The scenario of her dream flashed through her mind.
It felt unusually real, and she could feel every inch of the pain immensely.
She did not wish to experience such a horrible feeling again.
