Grandma rushed forward, trying to hug her friend.
But instead of a hug, she embraced emptiness.
Everything in front of her seemed illusory. She tried to wipe away the tears on her friend's face, but it was still empty.
"What..."
She muttered to herself, her voice mocking: "Is it me, seeing illusions..."
"Grandma, this is not an illusion." Little Taotie stood by her side, also looking in the direction of her friend.
"You... Little Taotie, can you also... see her?"
"I can see her, the beautiful big sister in the cheongsam!"
The Ghost in Cheongsam chuckled, tears still on her face, but her smile was gentle and sweet: "I, ah, if you count by age, could be your grandma."
"Are you talking?" Grandma asked hoarsely.
She could see the shape of her friend's lips moving, but could not hear what her friend was saying.
Little Taotie acted as a temporary translator.
