On the sofa sat a girl in a white dress, her skin as white as snow, her face radiant like jade.
Her beautiful, big eyes were quietly watching her at this moment, the black pupils like two black holes, seemingly able to swallow everything in the world, making herself feel like a small, insignificant star in the vast universe.
It was a fear that made even her soul tremble.
Transcending the limits, crossing life and death.
She could hear her own heart pounding wildly, no, this was not her body.
Her name was Liang Yanran, and she had died five days ago.
Although it was only a short five days, to her it felt like an eternity, as if it had happened in a past life.
All vivid, excruciating, unbearable memories suddenly flooded into her mind, and she collapsed on the bed clutching her head.
It was a long time before silence enveloped the hospital room.
She sat up quietly, while Ming Jing still sat on the sofa, her expression neither sad nor happy, just quietly watching her.