"September, September..." In a hazy dream, a hoarse voice called out, growing louder as it approached, instantly jolting me out of my reverie.

Who is it? Who is calling her? Qiao Mei opened her blurry eyes, got out of bed, and sat blankly on the edge of the bed.

Was that Dad? No, it wasn't Dad's voice. Besides, how could Dad possibly reappear? I saw him walk towards the open fireplace with my own eyes…

After sitting for a while, she seemed to understand. The scene from earlier was all in a dream, yet the dream was so vivid. Her subconscious seemed to be telling her that the dream was that lost memory...

With a soft sigh, Qiao Mei didn't rush to look for the sound. Instead, she got up and looked around the simple, clean room in front of her. Feeling somewhat dazed, she tried to clear her head...

On the right, a rosewood table held a candle with its last flickering flame. In front of the table was a grand chair with his clothes tossed on it.

Turning your head to look at the other side, you see an antique-style oval dressing table by the window, with the door to one side of the room tightly closed.

I remember now, this is the room the Seven-Colored Turtle Immortal arranged for me. Ever since I fell asleep, I've been having strange dreams. Looking at this room, there's a faint wisp of blue smoke, which seems rather eerie...

"September, it really is you!" The hoarse voice appeared again, and this time it was clear that the voice came from outside the window.

At that moment, on the other side of the dressing table, a wisp of black smoke drifted in through the half-open window. Yes, the earlier voice had also come from this direction. "Who is it? Who are you calling?"

Song Hye-kyo asked with some trepidation.

"I'm calling you! You're September." The voice was hoarse and seemed to be getting closer.

September sniffed, and a wisp of black smoke was inhaled. Instantly, her whole body trembled slightly.

"Come out of the window, I need to talk to you about something, it's about your parents." This time, the other party made a request.

"Who are you? Why should I trust you?" Qiao Mei was wary.

“I’m an old friend of your parents,” the voice sighed softly.

"My parents?" Qiao Mei sniffed, her eyes darting around. This man spoke strangely; he might actually know something. She decided to listen to what he had to say. "Are you really an old friend of my parents?"

"Of course, otherwise how would I know about your affairs?"

"Then tell me, where are they?" Qiao Mei pressed, and also came to the window.

"It's not convenient to talk here. Here's what we'll do: climb out the window... No matter what you see on the way, don't pay any attention to it. Most importantly, you must avoid... that old man, or he will stop you." The voice became faint, as if it were moving away from the window.

"Why can't we say it here?" Qiao Mei was a little annoyed. After all, she was a woman, and there was no reason for her to wander around in the middle of the night.

"This place is strange, I can't come here, so there are some things I simply can't explain in detail..." The hoarse voice grew fainter and fainter, almost inaudible, "If you don't come soon, I'm leaving."

"Okay!" This time, Qiao Mei readily agreed. She gritted her teeth, turned around, took a few steps back to the bedside, picked up a flashlight that she had prepared beforehand, returned to the window, slapped her feet, and climbed onto the windowsill.

She jumped out of the window. There was a path outside, and a wisp of black smoke led the way. Qiao Mei followed closely, but after only a few steps, she heard hurried footsteps chasing after her from behind.