At that moment, Wang Yan was terrified.
She thought some pervert had set his sights on her again. Her figurine had come to life.
I sensed no malice or cursed energy from the figurine, but I stayed on guard.
Wang Yan, however, was trembling with fear. She didn't even dare throw the figurine away.
"Don't cry, Master," the figurine said. Its mouth was painted on and couldn't move at all. The voice came from inside it. It moved as it spoke, and the voice was nothing like the anime's voice actor's. It was completely unfamiliar to Wang Yan.
Wang Yan froze.
"Don't cry. Don't be sad. I'll always be with you and protect you." The little figure spoke, placing its tiny hand on Wang Yan's finger. It pressed ever so lightly.
Wang Yan's tears welled up all at once.
Her fear disappeared. She chose to believe it and hugged it tightly.
The dream scene shifted. The house had been tidied up. Wang Yan didn't take out all her figurines. She only placed the little figure in the panda costume on the table. Sometimes, when she walked around the house, she put it in her pocket.
In the swiftly passing images, I saw Wang Yan smile.
But the good times didn't last.
Wang Yan's parents found her workplace, berating and pleading with her. The man she'd mentioned, the one she'd met on a blind date, also showed up outside her office—with her parents.
She couldn't stand the constant harassment, and the whole situation was starting to feel terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, I saw her quit her job and start working at a new company.
But in the very next scene, I saw the police standing outside her new workplace with her parents.
Few people understood her. Those who