Lin Yixun had a very, very long dream. In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood. In an independent small courtyard, she wore a princess dress and sat on a swing. Behind the swing was a big hand. Every time she descended from a height to the lowest point, the big hand would push her hard, sending her back up.
"Higher, higher!" She laughed joyously, only wishing to be thrown higher by the swing.
"This is the highest already, mommy can't push anymore."
"Hmph, didn't mommy say she was Superwoman? Isn't Superwoman very strong?"
"Even Superwoman gets tired. Superwoman needs to rest now."
At that moment, the dream's scene suddenly changed. The flowers and plants in the small courtyard withered instantly. The once vibrant courtyard became desolate, and her mother suddenly aged a lot. She wore a blue-striped hospital gown, yet her face still bore a kind smile, just as it did in the old days.
