The remote control of the air conditioner was neatly placed on the table. She picked it up and raised the temperature. Her eyes fell on the wardrobe.

She got up and walked along with her memory, reached for the number on the wardrobe, and remembered which number he had touched in her dream, and whose cheek he had touched with his big, sharp hand.

Her cheeks burned like a fire, and she rushed out of the room, "Aunt Snow!"

Aunt Xue was watching TV in the living room with her Persian cat in her arms. The Persian cat jumped out of her arms and looked cautiously at the stairs. Her...