The feeling before had been chaotic and disordered.
I hadn't even clearly realized what was happening. I hadn't recognized Chu Lan or Sun Jiayue, nor had I recognized Luo Yonghua.
This time, though, the darkness receded and the light returned. My consciousness was crystal clear.
This was a dream.
I didn't know why the dream had suddenly appeared, but I knew I was dreaming. I was also quite practiced at distancing myself a little from the person I was possessing.
Li Shuangbai.
I recognized the woman.
Li Shuangbai walked forward while talking on the phone. She turned and went into the kitchen.
"Mm... About that... I know, but... Mm, mm..."
I couldn't hear the voice on the other end, only Li Shuangbai's hesitant responses, followed by the sounds of her handling something.
I followed her into the kitchen and saw her holding the phone between her head and shoulder as she kept murmuring "Mm-hmm," while filling an electric kettle with both hands.
Impatience showed on Li Shuangbai's face. "I know. Fine. I know. All right, I have things to do. I'm hanging up."
She set the electric kettle on its base, freed a hand to end the call, and put her phone aside.
The screen was facing me, so I saw the call log.
The character for "older sister" was easy to understand.
At the same time, Li Shuangbai's memories flooded into my mind.
The memories seemed to have been organized, laid out with perfect clarity. They summarized Li Shuangbai's life and her sister's, turning them into a running account in my mind.
This scene felt somewhat familiar. It had been like this the first time I dreamed of that old hag in the cherry-blossom kimono. After that, however, my dreams had changed: my soul traveled through time with them,