47. Her Eyes Are Pretty

The despair crept within her, prompting her to question the meaning and purpose of everything she faced.

"After all, this life also lacks clarity," she whispered bitterly.

"If Eleanor wakes up in this body, I will disappear... as if I never existed. If not, I will die because this is not my body. Ha. Haha."

In the oppressive darkness, laughter erupted from her lips.

However, the laughter soon transformed into tears that abruptly ceased.

Profound disappointment filled her heart, and she felt as if a cruel destiny were toying with her.

Swinging between anger and despair, Ellie rose from her seat and strode with determined steps toward the edge of the steep cliff.

Her eyes fixed on her loyal horse patiently waiting behind her.

While tears still flowed down her cheeks, Ellie approached her horse with a heavy heart.

She reached out and gently caressed the horse's mane.

In the cold silence, she whispered with a fragile voice.