Xu Changqing had never seen Shen Weimin be so ridiculous. The problem was, she had gone along with his nonsense. After getting home, she had even foolishly listened to him.
'What in the world was wrong with me?'
'It was like I'd lost my mind, listening to his whole "Open Sesame, I'm going in, I'm going in" routine. And the most unbelievable part? I actually grabbed a pillow and started chanting "store, store, store".'
'Crazy!'
'Completely crazy!'
Burying her face in the pillow, Xu Changqing couldn't help but laugh at her own bizarre behavior just now. Perhaps it was true that what you think about by day, you dream of by night, because she started dreaming again.
In her dream, the gauze was unwrapped from a stitched-up arm. She touched the new flesh underneath and thought of her dad. Tears streamed down her face, unstoppable, dripping onto the wound.
