"Memory fusion?" Zhang Xiaohua muttered, not knowing what to do.
"Xiaohua, do you remember what I told you at Yixiang Peak? I often dream of killing people, my hands full of blood..."
"Yes, I remember..."
"That... was not a dream; it was real!" Dream said bleakly: "There are two consciousnesses in my body, or two people. During the day I am Dream, your Dream, but after Zi Shi, I have to sleep. Another person, Ya, wakes up. I don't know anything she has done, but she knows everything I have done. When 3 am arrives and the sun rises, I wake up, and Ya goes back to sleep!"
"Ah, actually... is there such a thing?" Zhang Xiaohua was dumbfounded! "But... it's daytime now, it should be you. How did Ya come out?"
