Ye Xiu touched her chest, feeling dizzy and disoriented. She did not know where she was. She seemed to see the young Xingxing, the one who cooked on a small stool.
At first, everything was a blur, unable to distinguish the salt from the oil.
She watched as Xingxing burned her hand and cut her finger with the kitchen knife; she was alone, clutching the wound, wanting to find her.
But strangely, it was as if the her in the dream did not see it.
The light in Xingxing's eyes faded, and she wandered aimlessly, looking for spider webs. Then she wrapped the wound with the white kind of spider web?
Ye Xiu nearly shouted, "Why didn't you see it, why."
Back then, they were with Xixi, doing homework; one was tutoring while the other checked. It was incredibly thoughtful.
She saw Xingxing had finished cooking, looking at them with grievance, but they did not notice because Xixi was telling a story, they found it fascinating, Bai Ye and Bai Yu were also happily chatting on the side.
