This was the first time since time-traveling that Yu Xiaolian lay on the bed in the lounge to sleep, burying herself in the soft quilt, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Clearly, this was her home, a real existence she could touch, but it also seemed as if it wasn't.
Isn't this what they describe in metaphysics as a parallel space, clearly living on the same land, yet not interfering with each other.
Holding the family photo at the head of the bed, Yu Xiaolian fell asleep amidst her wild thoughts.
The next morning, Yu Xiaolian woke up at half-past six, and the first thing she did upon waking was to go out and see if the horses were still there.
Seeing that the three horses and the carriage were all safe and sound, Yu Xiaolian hurriedly gave the horses water to drink and feed.
Once the horses were fed and watered, she immediately drove the carriage to continue her journey.
As for breakfast, it was too early, and she wasn't hungry yet, so she didn't eat.
