I opened and closed my mouth, not knowing how to comfort the bear.
I couldn't even remember whether I'd ever possessed Lü Qiaolan.
I was certain that I'd possessed the bear.
And after that, the few times I'd interacted with Lü Qiaolan...
While I was trying to remember, the bear put the pen back and threw the paper with its drawing into the wastebasket.
It ran over to Zhang Xiaojun's bed and gently stroked his hair with its soft hand.
Seeing this made my heart ache even more.
It didn't stay long or seem inclined to talk to me again. It simply walked back to the master bedroom and climbed into the wardrobe.
I watched it close the wardrobe door, as if shutting itself away.
At a loss, I returned to Zhang Xiaojun's bedroom.
Watching Zhang Xiaojun sleep with drool running from his mouth, I remembered the toy bear stroking his head.
The dream scene suddenly began to shake. It was about to change.
I tensed up, ready to face whatever might appear.
Would it be another toy spirit, or a ghost?
What had killed Lü Qiaolan, and what was going to kill her son, Zhang Xiaojun?
As I worried about this, I felt my soul sinking.
Wait... How could this be...
I was startled. My soul had already settled back into my body, and the dream was over.
Over?!
How could that be?!
I got out of bed and looked toward the window.
The first light of dawn had appeared outside. It was morning.
The night was over.
I remembered when the dream had taken place. While Zhang Xiaojun's father was on his phone, I'd taken the chance to check the date and time. The point in the past when the dream ended was the very night I'd received