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The story starts with this image. A blond lady came to a teahouse on the street for dishes. The first three squares show the exterior environment of the crowded street and the woman was on her way to the teahouse. Later the woman found the teahouse, then she was greeted by the waiter, observed the interior view of the teahouse, and finally took a seat.
She took her seat and slowly began to scan the menu. Finally, she decided to order a bowl of chicken soup. The chicken soup sprinkled with scallion tasted great. The clock in the teahouse was ticking slowly. The woman tasted it enjoyably.
But after she tasted the soup, she felt the world spin. She looked at her reflection in the chicken soup becoming blurred and distorted.
She struggled to get out of the water but found herself in a strange place. She found that
her hands were lighter -- all her jewels were gone! She looked at herself in the water -- a
complete stranger with a completely different skin tone, hairstyle, and clothes.
Even though she was surprised, she did her best to calm herself down. Not to think about
the reasons for the change, but to think about what to do now. "Since I came to this place
from the teahouse, I should also look for the teahouse. And the teahouse can meet my
daily needs." With that in mind, she set out.
Not surprisingly, there is also this teahouse in this strange place. "That means all these weird issues have something to do with this teahouse," she thought, "Then the only way to get back to the way things were is from this place." With suspicion, she was ready to find out.
"-- But first I must solve the problem of survival." However, after talking to the waiter, it failed since she had no money. When she was depressed, a woman in red Cheongsam approached her to help her out.
"I'm the proprietress here, and I can give you a place to stay and the food you want,” she smiled, “If you..."
"Wait, what do you mean?"
The woman was involuntarily drawn behind the curtain by the proprietress. The next time the curtain was pulled back, she had changed completely -- the appearance of a woman in a Peking Opera.
She stood on the stage of the teahouse and performed. The audience was immersed in her performance.
But suddenly a sword appeared, and her eyes were filled with bright red blood. She gradually closed her eyes and fell to the stage. It was like she was back to her original appearance in the blood.. . .
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself intact and the clock on the wall had only passed a few dozen minutes.
"Is it my daydream? "She thought." But why? "
"Hello madam, here is your bill. "Suddenly she heard a familiar voice. She looked up at the stranger -- "What's going on? "--The woman of the dream appeared before her!