My thoughts instantly became a tangled mess. Since I often experienced dreams, I couldn't sort out the timeline at all, let alone figure out what Ye Qing thought of me.
A cold sweat broke out across my back.
"...I understand." Wu Ling hung up and said to Ye Qing and Liu Miao, "I need to go to the Wu family's home."
"What? Why?" Liu Miao blurted out in surprise.
"Grandpa's dying. I need to go back and see him off." Wu Ling was already on her feet. She went back to her room, and not long afterward came out with a bag on her back. "I'll call you once I get there."
"Shouldn't we go with you?" Liu Miao asked. "Those people don't like you, do they?"
"It's fine." Wu Ling was calm, and even smiled faintly. "I haven't seen them in years. I'm just going to see Grandpa off."
She waved and was ready to leave, brisk and decisive.
Ye Qing only said, "Be careful on the way."
Liu Miao waved. "Call us when you get there."
The office door closed.
Wu Ling took out her phone and booked a ticket online.
I saw the date displayed on the screen: December 8, 2015.
Wu Ling would have an accident on December 9, 2015.
I'd already been sweating from Ye Qing "seeing" me, and now I was even more on edge.
This was the moment.
Soon. Soon, it would be time for me to act.
When something went wrong with Wu Ling—though I didn't know what danger she'd encounter at the Wu family's home—I had to get her out of there. Just as I'd saved Gu Mo and Nangong Yao.
It would work. It had to.
I clenched my fists.
Wu Ling booked a ticket on a long-distance bus and