Zhu Yun didn't sleep a wink all night. I kept watch the entire time, too, but the owner of that voice never appeared again.
My body couldn't move. Trapped inside Zhu Yun's body, I could only lie stiffly beside her all night.
When dawn came and the alarm went off, Zhu Yun finally relaxed a little, still in a daze.
The middle-aged man beside Zhu Yun was probably her husband. Half-asleep, he silenced the alarm, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom without noticing how Zhu Yun looked.
Zhu Yun lay in bed for another long while before sitting up.
Her body was stiff and numb. It took a while before she felt normal again.
There was a noise from the bathroom outside. Then someone walked from the bathroom to the kitchen. Zhu Yun left the bedroom and saw the middle-aged man busy in the kitchen.
Zhu Yun didn't go into the bathroom. She hesitated, then walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. It was as if a huge stone weighed on her heart.
The door to another bedroom opened, and a girl came out, heading straight for the bathroom.
Zhu Yun turned her head to watch. Her heart softened, then filled with worry as she thought about the future.
I could sense Zhu Yun's thoughts. She wondered whether she should visit a temple to pray, or see a doctor. She didn't know what was happening to her. The feeling from last night had left her unsettled and afraid, but she also wondered if it had just been a nightmare and its lingering effects.
Zhu Yun had been on edge since last night. No matter what she did, she couldn't calm down.
The middle-aged man asked, "What's wrong? Why are you sitting there?"
Zhu Yun