The ghost talked to her about several dreams again.
Little Taotie, like a fan of gossip, listened to one after another, still wanting more.
"You're like a storybook; I love hearing you talk about those dreams." Little Taotie finished her soda, rested her chin on her hands, and looked out the window as they were approaching the hotel.
Tomorrow and the day after are the time to test the revenue, all the guests will stay in the hotel, they can watch the store's situation through the monitors, but cannot go to the store.
"I really enjoy entering those dreams; sometimes I can even become a character within them. The dreamers can see me and talk to me."
"They can even talk to you?" Little Taotie was a bit surprised.
"But I can't change the dreams, especially those past dreams of real events that were tragic. I want to help them, to change those miserable pasts, but in the end, everything in the dream only becomes worse because of my interference."
