She looked up again and saw a large hand resting on top of Xiaoguang’s little head. That hand was very big, almost bigger than Xiaoguang’s little face.
And this hand belonged to a man.
She looked up again, but she could not see the man’s face clearly. It was as if he was blocked by a layer of fog.
Suddenly, the scene in front of her changed again. This was a quiet bedroom. There was a bunch of pink roses on top of it. This was also her favorite flower.
There seemed to be a faint sound of breathing coming from the bedroom. She opened her eyes forcefully, but her eyes suddenly seemed to be pricked by something, she could not help but start to feel sore.
At this moment, the dark room did not feel gloomy. On the contrary, she could feel the kind of temperature that she should like. She liked this feeling, liked this color.., she also liked the color of the quilt.
Suddenly, she felt her body suck forward, almost being sucked into the room.
