She was clearly still here, but everyone present felt that the moment she woke up, the person who used to be innocent, simple, and happy, who was easily satisfied, died in a place they didn't know and couldn't touch, died.
They could only watch helplessly as Zi Ling cried until she slowly opened her mouth and called out a name. She said, "Yun Mo, I'm sorry."
Ten days passed, and Zi Ling had been in a daze for ten days. It had not been easy for her to wake up after ten days, but she had fallen into a terrible state of illness due to her heartbreak. Her body was getting weaker and weaker day by day, and her face grew paler and paler day by day. Every doctor who came to see the doctor finally left only one sentence, "Do your best, and listen to the will of the heavens."
And just as Zi Ling
