"Where is this?"
In the haze, Zhu Zhuqing found herself standing amid a field of white mist. She looked around, and all she saw was white. Here, she could not sense direction. She did not know why she was here, nor did she know how she had come here.
Everything around her was utterly silent, without the slightest sound. An inexplicable oppression welled up in her chest, and Zhu Zhuqing felt as if she could hardly breathe. This atmosphere made her feel awful.
Yet in the very next moment, Zhu Zhuqing discovered that the white mist around her was slowly dispersing. When she blinked again, she found that her surroundings had transformed into a scene, one that Zhu Zhuqing was extremely familiar with.
The scene was the little garden where she lived, and she was standing at the outer gate of her own little garden. Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly at the gate. Suddenly, a tempting pull came from within, as if urging her to push the gate open and enter.
With that feeling guiding her, Zhu Zhuqing reached her hand toward the gate. Yet the instant she touched it, her hand passed straight through, as if her body were illusory and did not exist.
"What is going on?"
The unknown situation made her feel uneasy, but deep down she also yearned to understand what exactly was happening. At last, suppressing the unease in her heart, she tentatively entered through the gate.
And the moment she entered, Zhu Zhuqing saw Zhu Zhuyun standing not far ahead at the entrance to her little garden. Upon seeing Zhu Zhuyun, Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment, because ever since what had happened that day, she had never seen her older sister Zhu Zhuyun again.
At that moment, many questions surfaced in her heart. She