When Ye Ling woke up, it was dark outside with only the dim light of a street lamp shining into the room, reflecting off the walls. She stared at the dark ceiling in a daze.
Had she died?
But why could she still feel the pain spreading from her heart?
"Cough, cough, cough..."
She suddenly coughed.
The lights in the hospital room turned on immediately, and the sudden bright light made her instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes. Then she felt someone approaching her.
The person's footsteps were heavy and familiar.
Tears welled up in Ye Ling's eyes again, and the words "He looks a lot like you" echoed in her ears.
Killing someone hurts the heart just as much.
Sheng Junlie stood by the bed, looking down at her from above. She curled up into a ball, fragile like a paper person, as if she would break at the slightest touch.
"Awake?"
