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"...I understand,"

Lin Xingjie nodded once again. The little girl clenched her fists and held them to her chest, a determined expression on her face.

...

Whether adults or children, whether living in the past or a young man from the future, whether real people, non-existent "ghosts," or even figures from dreams, when night fell, they all returned to their homes with heavy hearts.

The only one oblivious to the imminent changes, still in the dark, was probably Xing Jie's mother, Mrs. Lin. She remained her usual optimistic self.

As usual, Xu Xiangyang took on the duty of the "night watchman" watching over the little girl as she fell asleep. He observed her returning to her room to doodle in her homework book, play with racing car toys on the windowsill, occasionally chat with him, worryingly recalling the afternoon's events, but most of the time, she was still a child lost in her boundless imagination, or running around with boundless energy.