Xiao Yunying slept very restlessly; she had a dream.

She dreamt that her parents were standing in front of her tombstone, their faces filled with sorrow and grief. Her mother almost fainted twice from crying.

She is really dead.

He was struck by lightning and died!

Xiao Yunying floated to the side, wanting to hug her mother, but ended up passing right through her.

"Mom, actually I didn't die, I just went to another world. I'm living a good life, so please don't cry. It makes me feel really bad."

Her mother suddenly looked around: "Daughter, is that you? Yunyun?"

Dad looked around: "Who are you calling?"

“I heard our daughter calling me, saying that she didn’t die, but went to another world and is living a good life.”

"You're experiencing auditory hallucinations due to excessive grief..."

Seeing his wife's obsessive longing for their daughter, Mr. Xiao changed the subject: "Isn't it better that our Yunyun isn't dead? She's smart and can take care of herself. You should take care of yourself too, or she'll worry."

Xiao Yunying called out "Dad" twice, but her father didn't respond; only her mother could hear her.

"Mom, Dad is right. You need to take good care of yourself and not worry me."

"Yunyun, where did you go? Can Mom come find you?"

"I can't find it, Mom. Don't do anything superstitious or silly. I've gone to an ancient world I've never heard of. I'm no longer in this world."

"What are you going to do in ancient times? There's nothing there. You're too weak to handle it."

Xiao Yunying sniffed: "I don't know how I got there either."

"Go ahead and go, as long as you're alive, that's all that matters. Why can I only hear your voice? Come out and let me see you. I'm not afraid of you, so don't worry about scaring me."

"Mom, I'm right next to you. I don't know how I got back. It's not something I can control."

Mrs. Xiao looked around in circles, searching for the person: "Over there? Here, or there?"

When Mr. Xiao saw his wife talking to thin air and even starting to search for something, he hugged Mrs. Xiao to stop her from searching: "Wife, don't scare me."

"Let me go, our daughter is here, let me hug her."

"There's no one here." Xiao's father called out as he circled around, "Yunyun, if it really is you, don't bother your mother. If you need anything, just tell Dad in a dream, and Dad will get it for you."

The sadness in Xiao Yunying's heart was completely dispelled by her father's behavior and expression, and she burst out laughing.

"Mom, you can't see me, stop looking for me. You're scaring Dad. He can't hear me. Don't let him think you've gone crazy."

"You brat, how can you tease your parents like that?"

The word "death" reminded Xiao's mother of her current situation: "Can you come back and talk to your mother more often in the future?"

"It's probably impossible. I don't know how to come back, or why I came back at all."

With a sob in her voice, Xiao's mother said, "You have to think of something."

"This inexplicable thing is beyond my ability to solve. Mom, you and Dad are still young, you can have another child. If you don't want to have another child, you can adopt a healthy child. Don't keep thinking about me. I probably won't be coming back."

Even if she could come back, she wouldn't let her parents know. At most, she would just quietly watch them from the sidelines, and as long as she knew they were doing well, that would be enough.

In this world, she is dead. She doesn't want her existence to disrupt her parents' lives and keep them immersed in grief.

A black vortex suddenly appeared on her tombstone, constantly swallowing her. Xiao Yunying hurriedly said her last words: "Mom, I'm leaving. You have to take care of yourself. Don't believe in those superstitious things. They can't let you see them, okay? Take care of yourself. Don't worry my dad and me. Don't worry, I'll take care of myself too."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was plunged into darkness.

She was awakened by a series of crackling firecrackers.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Mu Lianrong looking at her with red eyes.

"Mother, why are you crying?"

Mu Lianrong turned her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, then turned back and said, "What are you crying for? I just got smoke from the fire."

Xiao Yunying propped herself up and sat up, startled by the large number of people in the room: "Why are you all surrounding me?"

Zhang said, "You were having a nightmare just now. We couldn't hear what you were muttering. You kept crying and we couldn't wake you up. Your second sister-in-law's family used a folk remedy, which was to use firecrackers to ward off evil spirits. Your father and your eldest and second brothers searched all over the village to borrow two strings of firecrackers. Unexpectedly, it actually worked. You woke up after setting them off."

Xiao Yunying touched the wetness on her face; the tear stains hadn't dried yet.

Did I really go back just now, or was it just a dream?

"Honey, are you feeling unwell? Should I ask your dad to take you to the city to see a doctor again?"

"Mom, I'm fine. I just had a dream. I'll be fine when I wake up."

Whether it's true or not, she probably can't go back. Let's just consider it a final farewell to her parents.

Mu Lianrong didn't say much, but brought her a big bowl of porridge to drink. Xiao Yunying forced herself to drink it even though she had no appetite, just to put her mind at ease.