Cold.

Wu Yuxuan felt that Song Feifei was trembling more and more, driving her to tremble too, and she couldn't tell whether she was trembling with Song Feifei or she was really shivering, and she didn't know if it was because it was too cold in the toilet and shivering, or the fear in her heart made her tremble, and the fear suppressed in her heart had completely annihilated her.

They hugged each other tightly, and the brave men in the individual dorms walked to the toilet door and looked at the two of them with the eyes of a psychopath.

It seems that time is frozen at this moment, and Wu Yuxuan hopes that he can die at this moment and no longer endure this kind of torture.

And dying, for her, is too difficult.

"Let's go, let's go back to the dormitory first......" Wu Yuxuan's voice was very weak, only she and Song Feifei could hear it.

Song Feifei was still shaking, and there was a power supply behind her. She nodded weakly, her expression was sluggish, and she let Wu Yuxuan take her step by step towards the bedroom, and her brain was blank all the way; It wasn't until she collapsed into her bed and the two of them curled up together that Song Feifei gradually became conscious.

Song Feifei's pillow still had Wu Yuxuan's hair and tears, and the cold and clammy pillow kissed the faces of the two of them, making their originally trembling bodies even colder.

When Wu Yuxuan came in, he turned on the light in the bedroom, and the whole room was illuminated by the bright light of the LED lights, just like a funeral in the countryside, which was dazzling white from the inside out.

"What do you see?" Wu Yuxuan asked softly.

Song Feifei's eyes were closed, her brows were tightly locked, her lips were a little purple, she couldn't stop shaking up and down, and her breathing rate was extremely messy, and she couldn't breathe, as if she was suffering from asthma. Wu Yuxuan tightened the hand holding her again, thinking in her heart that Song Feifei was still a child who didn't grow up after all, and she shouldn't have been forced to recall the terrifying things just now.

"Forget it, don't think about it......" Wu Yuxuan was just about to say sleep, but was interrupted by Song Feifei.

"Just ......"

Song Feifei adjusted her breathing, reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, and began to recall in a choked voice.

It may be that she ate too much Sichuan food in the morning, and in the evening, Song Feifei's stomach began to make trouble, and the colic was unbearable. She glanced at Wu Yuxuan, who was lying on her bed asleep, leaving tears from time to time; She didn't know why something like that happened in the morning, but she felt that Wu Yuxuan was really pitiful at the moment, although she didn't understand what secrets Wu Yuxuan hid in her, but Wu Yuxuan was a girl after all, just a girl who was one year older than her, she also needed care and security.

Song Feifei looked at Wu Yuxuan and forgot how her stomach felt, so her stomach made a bigger noise, and her whole body sweated and convulsed.

In the end, the sensations of her body prevailed, she withdrew her gaze, did not wake up Wu Yuxuan, opened the bedroom door, and went straight to the toilet.

There was a burst of overturning in her abdomen, Song Feifei squatted for twenty minutes, her legs were numb, her stomach was slightly more comfortable, and when she stood up, she felt that her legs were not her own.

Walking to the sink, a woman dressed in loose white stood beside her, her head bowed, her long black hair over the shoulder naturally hanging down, covering her entire face.

Song Feifei was a little surprised, the toilet is not too big, as long as someone comes in, you can hear the sound of footsteps, even if the person who is very light and walks very lightly comes in, you can hear the subtle movement, but from beginning to end, Song Feifei did not hear any sound......

"Impossible......" Song Feifei thought suspiciously, she thought that no matter how careless she was, it was impossible for her not to notice someone coming in, and she would not be so deaf that she couldn't hear the sound of her face and footsteps.

The woman stood motionless, and Song Feifei could feel a slight chill beside her; The woman's hands naturally hung down on her sides, and Song Feifei saw that there was no trace of blood on her white arms, like a zombie in a horror movie.

Song Feifei was extremely depressed, she already felt the unusual atmosphere in the toilet, and she didn't want to stay for another minute; She turned on the faucet and rinsed her pink arm in cold water, the droplets of water slid down the back of her hand, glancing at the ......

What about people?

Song Feifei was taken aback! It's impossible, can't you see her coming in, can't you see her out?

Unless hell......

How can there be ghosts? Song Feifei smiled self-deprecatingly, she was an atheist and never believed in gods and demons.

"Heh, scare yourself!" She said indifferently, comforting herself, but there was obviously a little trembling in her voice, and her confidence was also insufficient.

She lowered her head and continued to wash, the cold water had turned the rosy color of her skin, as if it was about to be cracked by a bubble.

"Ahh

The moment she turned off the faucet and raised her head, Song Feifei clearly saw that the woman just now was standing behind her, looking at her with a pair of vicious, cold, and resentful eyes.

She also saw that the woman's face was as white as a dead person, like a paper figure in front of the coffin, and there was a smear of blood on her iron blue lips.

Song Feifei couldn't help but snort softly, but the sound was not loud, only echoing in the toilet......

She still thought it wasn't a ghost, but someone was playing a prank, until the woman in front of her disappeared again in the blink of an eye, and suddenly reappeared next to her......

Song Feifei felt the coldness of the dead man, and the woman's face was pressed against her neck, but her sensitive skin did not feel the warmth of her breathing, and she did not even feel the woman's breathing.

Really hell to it? Song Feifei thought of it with fear in her heart.

"Of course...... I'm ...... ghost."

The woman seemed to see through her thoughts, and spoke, and her voice, like a ghost in hell, was miserable and sharp.

"Help! Sister Xuan! Save me! ”

Song Feifei's psychological defense line was completely broken, even if someone pretended to be a ghost, it was impossible to know what she was thinking, and the woman in front of her could see through everything about her, so she didn't believe in atheism, she believed in the woman in front of her - she was a ghost.

After she shouted for help, the woman disappeared again, without any movement, without any signs, just like she appeared, no movement, no signs, no longer appearing, a few seconds later, Wu Yuxuan appeared in front of Song Feifei worriedly......

Wu Yuxuan quietly hugged Song Feifei, and did not insert a word from beginning to end, Song Feifei said that she was excited, and she carefully wiped away her tears for Song Feifei, until she listened to Song Feifei's narration, she felt that her body was cold again.

Song Feifei stopped talking after recalling, and even her breathing became very weak and very careful.

Wu Yuxuan looked at her, looking at the pear blossoms with the rain and the loveliness, she couldn't help but feel sympathy, stroked her soft hair, and said gently: "Don't think about it, sleep, I'm here, my sister is with you." ”

Song Feifei hummed, stopped making a sound, and fell asleep deeply, she was also tired.

Wu Yuxuan watched her fall asleep little by little, her eyebrows were still frowning together, so she helped her rub her brows, Song Feifei was also very cooperative, stretched her brows, and slept peacefully.

Finally, Song Feifei's breathing became even, Wu Yuxuan sighed, how could she not be afraid, how much difference was there between what Song Feifei saw and what she saw two days ago? But she was her sister, the only person in this dormitory who could protect her, she could only force her composure, hold back her fear, and comfort this lovely little sister.

Soon after Song Feifei fell asleep, Wu Yuxuan also felt tired, even though she had slept for a day.

I don't know what's going on during this period of time, Wu Yuxuan is always very sleepy, as if sleeping twenty-four hours a day can't get rid of the sleepy insects, she attributed the reason to too many things that have happened recently, Zhou Qian's secret, Yang Xiyao's family affairs, the death of her classmate Zhang He, and her own affairs, as well as the ghost...... Everything was like a mountain, weighing on her, making it difficult for her to breathe, so she was just too tired and she needed to rest.

The light in the bedroom is on, maybe the ghost will be afraid of the light, so he won't come to them again tonight, therefore, Wu Yuxuan also fell asleep steadily, in the dream, she dreamed of Yang Xiyao, Yang Xiyao stood in front of her with a depressed look, she saw it, she was very distressed, but she could only say sorry one by one, and she could only ask Yang Xiyao to forgive her, but she couldn't do anything for her......

…

It was just a dream, but she didn't know that Yang Xiyao had woken up this morning...... No one knows.

At this time, in the hospital, Yang Xiyao was sitting on the bed alone, staring at the starry sky outside the window in a daze, Yi Yi sat on the chair behind her and fell asleep, while Liu Junjie and Li Fei were monitoring the investigator's condition outside the intensive care room downstairs.

In winter, the night sky is thin, and the stars are more cold because of the cold; Yang Xiyao imagined that she was the brightest star in the sky, no matter how cold it was, she could look at the earth, and even if it was cold, she could be seen, so that when the people who missed her looked up at the sky, they could see her at a glance, and she could also see the people who missed her at a glance......

The lover has passed away and has turned into a dead soul, even if she recites "the soul returns" countless times in her heart, the person she misses will never appear in front of her, although she has recovered from a serious illness, she is awake - this is reality.

"Zhang He......" Yang Xiyao silently recited this heartbreaking name in her heart, feeling that her heart was dripping blood, and her grief was difficult to contain.

"Zhang He, do you know? I want to sleep like this, I want to be with you in my dreams...... I don't want to wake up, I don't want to ...... Because as soon as you wake up, you leave me again...... I can't face such a cruel reality......" Yang Xiyao muttered to the sky, tears actually flowed down unconsciously, but she couldn't stop it anymore.

Back in bed, she buried herself under the pillow and cried bitterly, but it didn't alarm Yiyi.

Tonight, the ice and snow are biting, the cold wind eats people, in the hospital, accompanied by the heart-rending cries of relatives and lovers, countless ghosts are in this hospital corridor, unwilling to wander, they are nostalgic for this world, they love this world, but they regret that they no longer belong to this world, they last left, only sadness and nostalgia, or many years later, they will be forgotten by time, but the unforgettable moment they leave may become a brand, become a scar that is difficult to heal, and remain in the heart of the most beloved.

When she woke up the next day, Yang Xiyao once again returned to her state of amnesia, without revealing any flaws, and routinely did examinations, medicines, and injections.

But in her heart, she always silently recited the name that made her miserable, and no one could hear it. No one can see, not even with the most advanced and sophisticated instruments in the world, that heart is about to run out of blood.