"I... feel really good." A drop of liquid slid down the corner of Little Ai's eye.
"Good in what way?" Wubai asked softly, his voice pleasant and gentle.
"I prayed to the heavens not to let me wake up from my dream, and they truly let me keep dreaming. Really good, just like this, really good." She opened her eyes and saw him sleeping on the side of the hospital bed. Little Ai felt like she was still in a dream.
"Silly girl." Wubai's throat choked upon hearing her words: "You're not dreaming."
"I am dreaming." Little Ai insisted, "Because it's been a long time since you looked at me with such gentle eyes, only in my dreams would you speak to me so softly."
In the real world, whenever he saw her, he wouldn't give her a pleasant expression, always looking at her with a disdainful gaze, a very agitated demeanor, an unappeased state, saying she had changed, becoming completely unlovable.
