That night, after making sure everything was safe, Zhuzhu finally fell fast asleep on the long sofa in the corner of the room.
Time passed slowly until dawn broke.
At exactly five-thirty, the mysterious girl’s eyelids fluttered gently, then opened wide.
Her vision was still blurry.
She looked left and right, staring around a room that felt completely foreign.
The light was dim and the space was silent.
She saw the IV line attached to the back of her hand, and the clothes she was wearing were no longer hers — only white fabric she had never seen before.
Everything here felt strange, alien, and utterly different from the world she knew.
It was as though she had wandered into an entirely new reality.
Her gaze then settled on the figure sleeping on the sofa — no more than two meters away.
Her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.
That face… it looked exactly like her older sister, Zhao Xixi!
Holding her breath, she slowly climbed out of bed, ignoring how weak she still felt.
She walked closer, moving silently so as not to wake anyone.
The nearer she drew, the clearer the resemblance became.
Slowly she lifted her hand, wanting to gently touch the woman’s cheek… But just before her fingers could brush the skin, a storm of memories crashed into her mind.
Images from a thousand years ago flashed past: her own hands covered in blood, her sister’s face filled with shock and sorrow, and the evil whisper of Chen Lie controlling her body.
“No… no, no!
She is not Sister Zhao Xixi!
My sister is dead — killed by my own hands!” She stared at her palms, as if still seeing the bloodstains that would never fade.
Slowly she stepped back, putting distance between herself and the figure on the sofa.
Weak as she was, and strange as this place felt, her heart could not bear to stay a moment longer.
Before she left, she paused at the doorway, turning one last time to look at the person who had watched over her all night.
“Thank you…” she whispered softly, then turned and vanished.
She wandered aimlessly through the hospital corridors, searching for her own clothes but finding nothing.
In her confusion, she ran straight into the nurse who had been caring for her.
The nurse looked startled.
“Isn’t this the patient from VIP Room 105?” Without another thought, the nurse hurried to the nurses’ station, called security, and rushed toward the room where Zhuzhu was.
Meanwhile, the mysterious girl kept running, unsure where she was going, desperate to find a way out.
The hospital was still quiet, with few people awake.
Moments later, the nurse reached the door and knocked gently.
The sound woke Zhuzhu, still heavy with sleep.
“Good morning, Miss,” the nurse said.
Zhuzhu rubbed her eyes, then turned toward the bed — now completely empty.
Her face went pale.
“Nurse… did you see the girl who was sleeping here?
Where did she go?” “That’s just it, Miss.
The patient has left the room.
We’re trying to find her now — she can’t have gone far,” the nurse replied anxiously.
“WHAT?!” Zhuzhu sprang to her feet in alarm.
“She hasn’t fully recovered yet!
Thank you for telling me — I’m going to help look for her!”