Du Qianqian cried herself to sleep, secretly hoping for a sliver of happiness that belonged to her.
The Witch's worries and prayers would spread to the Witch Goddess, thereby establishing a mutual projection. Du Qianqian was already feeling terrible, and suddenly, she saw the hazy presence of Farosa in her dream, which startled her awake—it was Mother Farosa's huge hand!
When she woke up, she found herself covered with a white woolen blanket, which seemed to be hand-made, with no signs of machine stitching.
She quickly threw off the blanket and sat up, turned on her phone, and discovered it was 9:37 the next morning. She had slept for at least a dozen hours, but Du Qianqian was groggy, her head throbbing as if the water she drank yesterday had gone into her brain instead of her stomach.
"This blanket? Did you give it to me?" Du Qianqian got up and saw Wei Shiyue meditating with her eyes closed, fully concentrated.
