The night was still, broken only by the soft rustling of silk as Fang Li, in Yang Ning's body, tossed and turned in her sleep. Her brow furrowed, lips parting in silent distress as she found herself lost in a vivid dream.
In this dream, Fang Li was standing in a modern apartment, sunlight streaming through large windows. A woman's voice, warm and achingly familiar, called out, "Fang Li, dinner's ready!"
Fang Li turned, her heart skipped a beat as she saw her mother standing in the doorway of a kitchen. She wore a simple floral cotton dress, her hair tied back in a casual ponytail. Her smile was radiant, filled with love.
"Mom?" Fang Li whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at her mother's face. After losing her at such a young age, this was the first time Fang Li had seen her mother so vividly in a dream. The sight of her mother, smiling and so real, sent a wave of long-buried emotions crashing over her.
