"Dad?"
In the dream, Tangze Asuka tilted her head, looking at the tightly closed sliding door in front of her. Her father's iconic chanting of Buddhist sutras came from outside the door. Hearing this, she couldn't help but feel a sting in her eyes, wanting to cry. It seemed like after leaving Japan and coming to this unfamiliar world, she never knew whether her father worried about her.
She drowsily approached the sliding door before her, and through the hollow pattern pressed against the layer of white paper covering the doorway, she vaguely saw her father's silhouette meditating outside.
