A low, magnetic, and gentle voice echoed in her ears.
Someone was calling her.
But who could it be?
Yulan, sitting in a pure white void, tilted her head, a trace of bewilderment flashing across her beautiful face.
She had been here ever since she woke up.
She remembered nothing.
There was no one else here, and nothing at all.
She only felt a profound sense of sorrow firmly gripping her heart.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
She thought that before she drifted off, something truly agonizing must have happened.
The calls continued, one after another, incessantly.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Yulan slowly stood up from the white void and began to walk toward the source of the voice.
As she moved, the pure white space began to stain with streaks of pitch black.
As if being swallowed by something, the darkness began to close in on her.
Frightened, Yulan started to run, faster and faster.
Her chest heaved, and her breathing grew labored.
The next second.
Huo Zhanting, Shen Zhuoran, and the others, who had been keeping watch by the hospital bed, saw the eyelashes of the girl lying there flutter slightly.
It was like a signal.
Following that tremor, the fingertips Yulan had rested on the bed began to twitch as well.
From the moment they had found her, Huo Zhanting and the others had remained by her side. Seeing this, they held their breath, their hearts pounding violently.
They waited, tense and patient, for the long-slumbering sleeping beauty to awaken.
Clearly, Yulan did not kee…
Chapter 102