Xia Siyu had a very long dream.
At the beginning, she was by the seaside in Sicily. Her father had come, and she was holding her mother with one hand and her father with the other, playing in the water, with the sand, and basking in the sun.
It took a lot of effort to build two houses out of sand for the three of them. Her father sneak attacked from behind, and a pail of water brought everything down. Annoyed, she chased after her father, who hid behind her mother, and the three of them kept laughing and playing.
The scene shifted, and they were inside a messy little building in Sicily. Her mother, holding her trembling with anger and fear, wore a cold expression.