Don't even mention Zhu Yun—I was a little dazed myself.
I thought time had jumped in the dream, but judging from Zhu Yun's consciousness, that wasn't the case.
A part of Zhu Yun's memories was missing. More accurately, a part of her life was missing.
Zhu Yun was a little panicked.
Her daughter was sitting beside her, and her husband was in the passenger seat.
Her husband was chatting with the taxi driver.
"...You were just discharged? Then I'll drive a little slower."
"Sorry for the trouble, driver."
Zhu Yun remembered how her husband had left her at the hospital.
She clenched her fist without thinking and grabbed her daughter's hand.
"Mom, are you still feeling unwell?" her daughter asked anxiously.
Zhu Yun was dazed again for a moment.
Her daughter's face hadn't changed at all.
She looked in the rearview mirror. Her own appearance seemed unchanged, too. Her husband was still the same man.
For a moment, Zhu Yun felt as though the world before her had turned strange.
Suppressing the question on the tip of her tongue, she patted herself down.
"Where's my phone?" Zhu Yun asked, forcing herself to stay calm.
"It's with me. Dad got you some time off. You should rest for a few more days. Your coworkers wanted to visit, but Dad told them not to bother." As she spoke, her daughter took out the phone and handed it to Zhu Yun.
The date was the day after Zhu Yun had been hospitalized, after the demon's countdown had ended. It was a little past ten in the morning.
It seemed that her husband and daughter had picked her up after she'd spent only one night in the hospital, despite him having just left her there.
Zhu Yun didn't understand what had happened.
Her hand