In sleep, all the scenes are like mirages, floating and flickering, twisted like a black hole that can absorb people's emotions. In these days, Zong Xia has not only dreamt about the picture of grandma before her death for the first time.

every time she finds herself standing on the side of the road and watching grandma's car accident, her dead heart is like being dug out of the grave and torn apart again

occasionally, she also dreamed of Arlo. In the corridor wrapped in smoke and fire, her appearance was burned bit by bit, and finally turned into a pool of bubbles, which disappeared in the upper half of...