For a long time, she felt that fate was playing tricks on her. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she would always recall the time in Migu Mountain. Even though those memories were piercing her heart like fine needles, causing trembling pain, she still couldn't stop herself from thinking about it. Maybe the warmth in her memory could support her to fight against her other self. She could fully feel the darkness clamoring in her body. Her eyes were wide open. She couldn't fall asleep, let alone fall asleep, for fear that she would no longer be the familiar self when she woke up.