Seeing her come downstairs, Mrs. Xia couldn't help but nag again, "I told you not to get caught in the rain. You didn't listen, and now you've got a fever. Feeling better now?"
"Our daughter is sick; don't scold her," Mr. Xia, who doted on his daughter very much, intervened protectively.
Xia Yunsheng sat down, watching her parents talk to each other. The atmosphere at home was inexplicably warm.
Xia Yunsheng stayed with her parents for dinner. They even took her back to her room and only left after she fell asleep.
After they left, Xia Yunsheng couldn't contain herself anymore. She got up from the bed, ran to the mirror, and stared at her reflection—she looked just like the ten-year-old girl she used to be.
She rummaged around the room for her notebooks, diaries...
Even though this seemed like a dream, everything felt exceptionally real.
To figure out the truth, she didn't sleep the entire night, and by the time she realized it, dawn had broken.
