This, could this be the feeling of a soul leaving the body? It doesn't seem painful at all!
But where exactly am I supposed to drift to like this?
Ling Xi floated and drifted aimlessly through the air, beyond her control; it was as if by fate's design that she suddenly floated into an ancient and solemn mansion.
"Xiaoxi, could you please open the door? We're all worried if you keep yourself locked in your room like this."
"Xiaoxi, come out, you've locked yourself in without eating or drinking for a whole day now. If this continues, your body will starve."
The Leng Family's precious little princess, what would they do if she starved?
"Xixi, please come out and have some food, your grandpa's heart aches! Children of the Leng Family are the strongest. If that scoundrel Qi Yuanfeng doesn't want you, it's his loss. We shouldn't be sad over such a person, ah!"
Floating in midair, Ling Xi watched a group of people anxiously and worriedly persuading the person inside called Xixi, a wave of envy rising in her heart.
For an orphan like her, independent and capable as she might be, wasn't familial affection what she longed for most in her heart?
That girl called Xixi, to cause her family so much worry over a man, that really wasn't right; and judging by the looks of the people at the door, if Xixi wasn't eating, they probably couldn't swallow their food either.
Out of curiosity for the girl inside called Xixi, Ling Xi drifted into the room, unfortunately unable to see anyone; she then wandered about, searching.
Just then, she suddenly spotted, in a nearby washroom, a girl dressed in pure white clothes laying there.
Even though she couldn't see the face, it was clear that she was indeed Xixi.
Ling Xi quickly floated toward the washroom door.
Upon entering, she was shocked by what she saw.
In the washroom's bathtub, the tap water flowed incessantly; Xixi lay with her face against her arm, and the wrist of that supporting arm bore several ugly, crimson cuts, soaking in the icy water of the tub. The other hand was slightly open, with a sharp fruit knife emitting a chilling aura and speckled with crimson stains.
The water in the tub flowed gently, mixed with Xixi's blood, slowly spilling over the edge of the tub, and onto the washroom floor where it strikingly flowed before gradually disappearing down the drain, much like Xixi's life force, which should have been young and vibrant.
"Hey, Xixi, wake up, please wake up."
She knew that the girl couldn't hear her, but Ling Xi nonetheless couldn't help but attempt to wake the girl before her.
She clearly understood that if this girl really left, the many family members waiting outside, worried and loving her, would be heartbroken beyond measure.
She... simply couldn't bear it!
...
Perhaps sensing her inner turmoil and urgency, a faint mist began to rise from Xixi's body; then gradually, a fresh and beautiful figure appeared before Ling Xi.
As the figure before her became clearer, the shock in Ling Xi's eyes grew more apparent.
What... what is going on here? Why? Why does this girl before her look exactly like her!
And the girl opposite Ling Xi, identified as Xixi, was equally shocked.
She never knew that in this world, there was another who bore a striking resemblance to herself, as if looking into a mirror! If it weren't for the difference in their attires, she truly would have thought she was looking at her reflection.