A flood of memories returned to Shen Yi's mind. He lay on the sofa, eating a cucumber bite by bite, the sound echoing with a loud CRUNCH, CRUNCH.
On the wall hung the portrait sketches Shen Yi had drawn of Qin Jiao himself. He stared at them for a long moment. After finishing the cucumber and strawberries, Shen Yi immediately went to the desk, took out the paper and pen Qin Jiao kept there, and began to draw.
Qin Jiao slept restlessly. All night, she dreamt of events from her past life. When she opened her eyes to a ray of dawn filtering through a gap in the curtains, she sat bolt upright.
'Crap, Shen Yi is still in the space!'
Xiao Shi had also just woken up. She rubbed her eyes blearily and asked, "Sis, what's wrong?"
How could Qin Jiao possibly explain that she'd locked Shen Yi in the space overnight? She hurriedly said to her sister, "I just remembered I need to pop into the space. If Mom comes by, cover for me, okay? I'll be right out."
