The dream scenes flashed by.
There was no way Xiaoling Mo could stay home forever as she grew up. She left the house and went to more places, which meant she saw more scenes of death.
Fragments of ghosts killing people flooded my mind, while my eyes saw Xiaoling Mo suffering the side effects each time.
She was old enough now to talk about what had happened to her. But her parents didn't understand and were uneasy. Even after she'd grown up, Xiaoling Mo's eyes were still "fine." She could still see.
"You can't tell anyone outside the family."
"You saw it wrong."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"If you lie again, I'll hit you!"
Xiaoling Mo's parents grew more and more forceful in their response. Her grandparents, who lived with them, showed no tolerance for her "strangeness" either. They thought she was filthy and unlucky.
"Kids like that don't live long. She'll bring trouble to the family," Xiaoling Mo's grandmother muttered.
She wasn't a boy-prefering woman, but she was superstitious and believed Xiaoling Mo's yin-yang eyes meant bad luck. She wouldn't speak to Xiaoling Mo or meet her gaze. She even made a fuss about moving in with her daughter so she wouldn't have to live with her son anymore.
Xiaoling Mo fell silent, growing quieter and quieter. Even when she saw something again, she stopped telling her family.
I saw her hiding alone beneath the covers, crying and gritting her teeth as she endured the side effects until they passed.
The scene changed.
Xiaoling Mo was still under the covers. This time, the side effects gave her a fever and a headache. She was dazed and weak, lying in bed, unable to move.
Xiaoling Mo's mother thought she was sick. She cupped Xiaoling Mo's cheeks and pressed her forehead against