Late at night, on the top floor of the hospital's ICU ward, there lay a pale-faced girl on a hospital bed, her body wrapped in bandages, surrounded by various blinking indicator lights on the equipment.
Suddenly, the electrocardiogram monitor approached a flatline, and the monitor beeped.
At that moment, the girl on the bed furrowed her brow; she dreamt of being surrounded by a group of menacing men, and she wanted to escape, but her body felt heavy and burdensome. She struggled desperately...
The previously flatline on the monitor suddenly fluctuated, and the girl on the bed struggled even more intensely. Eventually, she jolted upright from the bed, looking around in confusion. Everything was white, all white before her eyes.
"Is this heaven?" Fu Xiaoya looked at the unfamiliar scene and chuckled self-mockingly. She, someone referred to as a devil, had actually made it to heaven after death?
Had the heavens gone blind?
Just then, Fu Xiaoya felt a pulsating pain in her temple, and a set of memories that didn't belong to her flooded her mind. It was the story of a three-year-old girl who, after getting separated from her family, was luckily adopted by the prestigious Shen family in the capital city. Unfortunately, the Shen family treated her poorly, and coupled with the girl's gentle nature, she endured a life of being bullied. In these unfamiliar memories, the little girl had never experienced warmth. A few days ago, while the little girl was on her way to deliver documents to her adoptive father, she got into a car accident. Coincidentally, this little girl shared the same name as Fu Xiaoya.
Fu Xiaoya fell silent. So, she didn't ascend to heaven but was reborn into the body of a little girl with the same name and surname as her?
The sound of a creaking door pulled Fu Xiaoya out of her thoughts. The door to the hospital room was quietly opened, and when Fu Xiaoya looked up, she saw a masked man holding a knife and coming at her. She hadn't reacted yet, but her body's instinctive response was still active. She automatically leaned back, narrowly dodging the deadly strike.
The man looked surprised, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He quickly changed the direction of the knife and stabbed towards Fu Xiaoya's chest once again. This time, Fu Xiaoya snapped back to her senses completely. She had just woken up, and someone was already trying to kill her. It seemed like the previous owner's car accident wasn't just an accident...
Facing the approaching knife, Fu Xiaoya didn't evade or dodge. Instead, she raised her hand and caught the blade directly. The blade, which could crush bones with its hardness, snapped. It snapped!
The man's eyes widened in shock. Before he could react, Fu Xiaoya grabbed his throat. He was a tall man, well over 1.8 meters, yet he had absolutely no resistance against Fu Xiaoya, this seemingly delicate little girl.
Fu Xiaoya held the man's throat with one hand while casually toying with the broken blade in the other. She nonchalantly asked, "Tell me, who sent you?"
Sending someone like him to deal with her was truly underestimating her. But If it was the original owner who had faced this attack, it was likely that she would have perished beyond any possibility of further demise.
The man's face slowly turned purplish-red, and his eyes rolled upward. He was on the verge of choking to death. Only then did Fu Xiaoya release her grip and stared at him, waiting for his answer.
"It's Mr. Shen... Shen, the boss..." The man dared not meet Fu Xiaoya's gaze. His body trembled, feeling the girl in front of him was terrifying. Underneath her gentle appearance, there hid the heart of a demon.
Fu Xiaoya furrowed her brow, her long eyelashes quivering. She pondered who Mr. Shen could be. Ah, she remembered now. He was the adoptive father of the original owner, Shen Nanhai. The last phone call the original owner received was from Shen Nanhai, instructing her to urgently deliver a file. First, there was a car accident, and now someone was sent to kill her. It seemed that Shen Nanhai had some unspeakable secret that the original owner had discovered, leading him to attempt to eliminate her completely.
But what could this damning secret be? In the memories of the original owner, she had never had the opportunity to come into contact with the Shen family's hidden secrets. She had lived with them for seventeen years, and if Shen Nanhai wanted to kill her, he would have done so long ago. Upon careful consideration, the only possible connection seemed to be the letter she saw in Shen Nanhai's office when she was retrieving the file...
"I've told you everything I know, please spare me..." The man begged Fu Xiaoya, showing none of the ferocity he had when he entered.
"Hush..." Fu Xiaoya squeezed the man's throat, making him look up at her. She smiled sweetly, her expression innocent, and said, "Save those pleading words for the ones who deserve to hear them, okay?" Her tone was gentle, akin to coquettishness.
The man nodded in a daze. His eyes fixed on Fu Xiaoya as if in a trance.
Fu Xiaoya continued, "As for your punishment, it will depend on your luck. Whether you'll be captured by the ones who sent you or by the police officers, well, that remains to be seen." After saying that, she pressed the man's neck.
The man suddenly felt darkness enveloping him, and he passed out.
Fu Xiaoya disdainfully wiped her hands and, upon leaving the hospital room, stretched lazily. The sensation of being reborn felt quite good.