I'd thought as much. But when I got ready, lay down in bed, closed my eyes, and kept thinking about the female ghost, things didn't go as I'd expected.
I no longer had a headache. The trouble caused by overusing my ability had disappeared, so I should have recovered my strength. But I wasn't sure how much of it had returned.
Judging by my physical condition, my ability seemed to have recovered to a hundred percent. I could casually erase every trace of a piece of scrap paper and turn it into a notepad without any trouble.
But no matter how hard I tried, or how worked up I got, I couldn't enter the dream.
I took a few deep breaths, composed myself, and tried again with a calm state of mind.
Wouldn't that make a difference?
I hoped it would.
But after I'd kept my eyes closed for a long time, I opened them and found myself still in my bedroom.
I checked my phone. Another half hour had passed.
I sat up in bed.
I searched on my phone. The female ghost's social media account was still gone.
Was that why I couldn't enter the dream?
The past hadn't changed, and she hadn't been erased, but her account had simply disappeared. I finally couldn't sit still any longer and asked Wu Ling about it, but even Nangong Yao hadn't found any trace of her being online.
She definitely existed. It was just that all traces of her had vanished.
My head was pounding.
Meanwhile, public opinion online had shifted. The situation Chen Xiao Qiu had described was happening.
The more they suppressed the news and deleted the rumors, the more people came to believe those made-up stories were true.
For every post deleted online, someone put up another