Under the same moonlight, some gather with their family, reunited and joyful, while others are lonely, suffering the torture of pain.
At Guangcheng City Hospital, Chiang Qing opened her eyes to the white surroundings, feeling a sense of bewilderment.
Where is this?
She felt as if she had slept for a very long time, so long that her body was sore and aching, with not a single spot that didn't hurt.
She sat up, looked at the needle inserted in the back of her hand, feeling it was intensely glaring.
Raising her head, she glanced around, then pulled out the needle from her hand and walked into the bathroom.
She stared dazedly at the woman in the mirror.
Pale complexion, bandages wrapped around her head, sunken cheeks, large eyes void of any spirit—this was her, how did she become like this?
Memories rushed at her like a tide, overwhelming, aggressive, akin to thousands of Poisonous Snakes burrowing into her brain, opening their mouths, fangs gnawing and devouring her nerves.
