Xiaomin was about to clean her dressing table and decided to shift it a little bit to clean more thoroughly. While she was busy pushing and pulling the dressing table, suddenly her vision went blank.
She was unable to see anything, but she also did not feel weak, she did not feel as if she lost control over her body. Just everything turned blank.
In that darkness Xiaomin saw a figure, a small, skinny, petite girl with long hairs. Xiaomin was only able to see her shadow, making her unable to know who was the person she was watching.
That figure seemed to walk over to the dressing table. Giggling, jumping, the figure came closer to the table. Sneaking to watch if there was anyone else, he figure watched around a little cautiously.
Taking something out from under her top, the figure quickly slipped the palm sized rectangular thing behind the dressing table and giggled again.
Just when she turned back there was a familiar voice. The voice called out, "Little thief, what are you hiding?"...
It was at this instance that Weimo snatched the rag from Xiaomin's hands, making her come out of that darkness and look at him.
"What are you doing, minmin?" asked Weimo, but was soon scared looking at the empty emotionless eyes. The eyes which held no love no warmth for him.
Throwing the rag on the ground, Weimo quickly grabbed Xiaomin's shoulders and shook her asking, "Minmin, what is going on?"
For Weimo those empty eyes were more scary than the one's which Xiaomin had while and after marrying him. At least those eyes contained anger, but just now...just now he saw them completely empty..... As if.... Weimo had no existence in her eyes, in her life there was no Weimo. It scared Weimo to the core, as if his life was meaningless.
Realizing her weird behavior, Xiaomin exhaled while keeping one hand on her chest to calm down her rapidly beating heart.
Cupping her face Weimo tried to transfer his warmth to her while asking again gently,"Is everything ok?"
Quickly nodding Xiaomin explained that she was just startled and nothing else.
Though Xiaomin did not want to lie, but she herself was unaware about what she saw, while wondering 'Was it a illusion or reality or a dream or truth or past.....
Who was that figure and that voice....
That voice belonged to... Weimo, but the love, the happiness in that voice.... Even the shadow... it seemed quite happy.......
As much as I can remember, I or We never shared any happy moment in our entire married life....
Then who was that girl? why was she in my house?
Why was Weimo calling her little thief????
Why????' too many questions overwhelmed Xiaomin, but she tried to maintain calm and not show the panic on her face.
This single memory or whatever it was, had triggered too many questions in Xiaomin's heart, too many unanswered questions.
Noticing that Xiaomin had returned to her normal state, Weimo asked her while handing her a glass of water, "Why were you cleaning, if it was dusty we could have called help. There is no need for you to do such trival things."