She had no memory at all of what happened in the middle.
Could she have been sleepwalking because she's been too tired lately?
Or did she hear crying, and that's why she ran to Ai's room?
An Ziqi desperately tried to remember.
She only vaguely remembered seemingly having a dream, but for the life of her, she couldn't recall what exactly she dreamed about.
Elsewhere.
Inside a dimly lit small room, there were no lamps or any sources of light.
The entire room felt like a completely sealed space, with only a sliver of outside light visible through the gap in the door.
In the area next to the wall, a low table was set, with a small clay pot placed right in the center, from which came a rustling sound.
Several incense sticks were inserted in front of the pot, with a few red dots flickering.
They looked like a couple of red eyes flickering in the darkness.
A faint smoke lingered in the air above the room, giving the entire space an eerie and sinister atmosphere.
