After passing the room with the bow and arrows, and going inside, you will arrive at Yingying's room.

Mrs. Ito pushed the door open and ushered Ying Ying in, and the room was warmly reflected with soft pink retro lights.

In the room, there are tables, chairs, dressers, sofas, and everything else. On the opposite side of the bed, there is a maroon wardrobe.

A pale cream wooden bed with pink-purple sheets and a light blue futon with embroidered white flowers.

Next to the bed, there is a small oval cat's foot table as a bedside table, which is matched with the table lamp.

“Your room…… You like?" said Mrs. Ito smiling, squeezing out her stiff English.

Ying Ying was a little flattered, looking at this exquisite room, speechless.

Mrs. Ito opened the chestnut closet again and showed Ying Ying, which contained some cotton pajamas, a few ordinary clothes and dresses, and a navy blue school uniform.

She took out the student uniform, placed it on a chair and shook it, and motioned for Ying Ying to try it on later.

“Try size. If wrong， I can change.” Before Ms. Ito closed the door, she pointed to her school uniform and admonished again.

Ying Ying smiled at her and nodded, her heart full of gratitude.

That night, Ying Ying took a hot shower, and the gauze on her forehead had not been removed, but she still washed her hair dexterously.

After carefully drying her short hair, she took a picture in front of the full-length mirror on the chestnut closet, and found that she was almost unrecognizable.

Her hair used to be waist-length, but now it was short, and it was close to her ears, and Mrs. Bi helped her cut her bangs, put them on her forehead, and covered some of them with gauze.

The body in the mirror is still so thin and thin, and among the girls in the same class, she is the latest to develop.

There are no curves in the first place, and with this short hair, it looks like a boy, Ying Ying thought to herself.

After Ying Ying finished looking at her body, she stared at her big eyes again.

Those eyes now look tired, less carefree and more melancholy.

The first time I saw myself with such eyes, it felt like I was looking at someone else, but it was really me.

She sat on the soft bed, looking at the delicate room, smelling the faint smell of damp wood, and her hand gently caressing the fine cotton sheets beneath her.

Everything is so strange!

She thought of her grandparents, Ah Shan, and the teachers and classmates of Panshi High School.

How are they now, are they safe?

I was already far away in the mountain hut deep in Fuso, and the owner treated me very well, so I wanted to tell my grandparents as soon as possible to reassure them.

She thought of the strange people she met in Erheshan Town: a strong man in black, a young man throwing stones, and an uncle with a pointed beak......

Everything is like a world away, like a dream.

And also...... The angel wearing the jade mask...... It's a dreamlike character.

Especially when Uncle Bi said that his subordinates did not see anyone wearing a mask, and when they found Yingying, she was lying in a forest.

This made Ying Ying wonder if the angel was a hallucination in her mind.

Ying Ying recalled the smell of lilacs emanating from the man......

Falling from the sky, she was held in her arms by a person who reached out and held it tightly to her chest...... She heard the heart beating violently in her chest.

Ying Ying's face suddenly turned crimson, and a gentle warm current permeated her body, a feeling she had never felt before.

Whether it was a dream or a real thing, she could never forget the breath of the jade mask, and she couldn't forget the eyes that seemed to be smiling and meaningful.

It's as if he's known her for a long time.

Where is he now, and has he escaped from those spiders safely?

He is not completely out of danger, but he is worried about that person.

If she hadn't had to leave China, she would have returned to the lake to find him.

If that man exists, when will he be seen again?

Ying Ying sat on the bed with her knees folded and thought stupidly, sighing.

Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the school uniform on the chair, and I didn't have the heart to try it on, so I just talked about it tomorrow morning.

She knelt on the bed, opened the lattice window, and looked out the window at the mountain scenery in the night, letting the mountain wind blow her hair fluttering.

After a while, I felt comfortable, and I fell straight on the bed with a carp barb, turned over the quilt under my body, and closed my eyes.

Sleep and refresh yourself to face the challenges ahead.

On the first night she spent in Fuso, she whispered, "Good night, grandpa," and a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye.

The lattice window was not closed, and a breeze gently and softly crept through the crack, lingering around the sleeping girl on the bed, curiously spying on her dreams.

Spring night, clear moon, swaying flower shadows.

The gentle mountain breeze is intoxicating, and the person in the dream is breathing sweetly.

"Come back......"

A gentle call came in the wind.

"Come back......"

The call continued, stubbornly trying to wake the sleeping girl.

Ying Ying blinked her sleepy eyes, and when she heard a sound, she slumped and sat up.

"Come back......"

Ying Ying was strange, the voice was very thin but very clear, as if someone was calling her under the bedroom window.

What's even stranger is that this voice is not Chinese, but she can understand it!