For three days in a row, Xu Nanxi dreamed that she was in a very, very poor and backward place. There were no high-rise buildings, no concrete roads, and no telephone poles. There were just low mud-tile houses. The people there were all sallow and skinny, with yellow hair, shabby clothes, and a proper refugee camp.
Xu Nanxi woke up from such a dream. She thought it was just a dream, but reality told her that she had really arrived at the place in the dream...
