The tips of her ears trembled as if zapped with electricity. She couldn't quite take it and turned her head away from the young man's approaching face. "That's not for me to decide. I don't even know how I got here, so how could I possibly decide when to leave, or if I can even go back at all?"
Zhou Mochen's hand slowly stroked Xu Su's long hair as he asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say you dream at night of what you think about by day? In that case, just don't think about going back, and maybe you won't."
"If only it were that simple." Xu Su's face was clouded with worry. 'If it were that easy, I'd definitely have to go back!'
She didn't dare to imagine it. If this wasn't a dream and she had really just vanished, how crazy would Zhou Mochen get when he woke up and couldn't find her?
No matter how wonderful the young Zhou Mochen of this world was, she felt no sense of belonging. It was like being in a dream; she felt ungrounded.
