She couldn't distinguish between dream and reality.
Feeling adrift, she sensed someone approaching her.
Qin Youxuan tried hard to open her eyes but could not.
She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the sofa cushion...
"Mom..."
Murmuring softly, Qin Youxuan reached out, trying to grasp something. But the person beside her was getting farther and farther away.
"Be good, Xuan. Mom is going to find your dad. You have to take care of yourself..."
"Mom, don't go... don't leave... Ah!"
Suddenly, Qin Youxuan sprang up in fright from the sofa. Anxiously, she turned her head and looked around. Her mother was nowhere to be seen.
She touched her face and found her cheeks wet from tears. She sat dazedly on the sofa, lost in her thoughts.
What was happening to her...
Why did she keep dreaming about her childhood?
But why did these scenes in the dream feel so unfamiliar?
She remembered that her mother's death was sudden, without any chance for her to say a word.
