A simple meal without any meat, and the rice was a bit too moist because Lu Jing had added water up to the standard line indicated on the rice cooker.
Lu Jing, however, ate quite happily. After a day of rest and a very sound sleep, she felt she had almost recovered her energy.
She didn't remember much of what she had dreamed, only a vague memory of an old immortal wearing a red robe with a kindly face, radiating a warm glow, who spoke many words to her.
She remembered that her mother had been harmed by a Ghost and had contracted some illness she couldn't recall. This was why her mother had become increasingly distant, not even answering her phone calls anymore.
Then the rest, she couldn't remember clearly, only what she had thought at that time. Her mother had taken care of her for twenty-one years, loved her for twenty-one years, and she wanted to love her back. She believed things would definitely get better.
