Tang Xiaoxiao looked up at the strange man, her eyes were full of doubts, and just as she was about to ask, a dense pain in her head fell like a pinprick, "Ah! Tang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but hold her head and shout.

In an instant, countless messages broke into his head, everything about Song Xiaoxiao, after receiving all the information, Tang Xiaoxiao knew that he was reborn, reborn in this girl's body.

Seeing that the man next to him picked up his mobile phone and was about to make a call, Tang Xiaoxiao snatched the mobile phone over, opened the camera quickly, and saw a delicate and lovely face in the lens, his face was a little pale, he looked a few years younger than her, his eyes were clear, and his short hair was refreshing, Tang Xiaoxiao's heart flashed a moment of pain.

When the man saw Tang Xiaoxiao's strange words and deeds, he raised his hand and was about to ring the service bell on the wall.

Tang Xiaoxiao glanced at the man's movements, and said sharply, "Don't press it, you let me be quiet for a while." ”

The man miraculously obeyed her and lowered his hand. His eyes looked straight at Tang Xiaoxiao.

After calming down, Tang Xiaoxiao completely accepted this new identity, and was glad that he had read a novel possessed by souls, otherwise he would be scared to death! The girl who is possessed is Song Xiaoxiao, whose father has passed away in his early years, and her mother has always been with her.

Now, she is Song Xiaoxiao.

Looking up at Song Sheng again, Song Xiaoxiao overlapped this face with the information he received, he was Song Sheng, Song Xiaoxiao's childhood sweetheart.

When the two were about to get engaged, Song Xiaoxiao was diagnosed with terminal cancer, which was like a thunderbolt from the blue, knocking this happy pair into the dust.

Song Sheng sent Song Xiaoxiao to the hospital, and it didn't take long for Song Xiaoxiao to begin to fall unconscious, until yesterday, the hospital issued a critical illness notice, and Song Sheng has been staying by Song Xiaoxiao's bedside, grief-stricken.

Just when he wanted to say goodbye to Song Xiaoxiao with a kiss, Song Xiaoxiao woke up and slapped him.

Thinking of these things, Song Xiaoxiao glanced at Song Sheng a little embarrassed, her eyes were full of guilt, she occupied Song Xiaoxiao's body, but she also slapped her fiancé.

Song Sheng didn't realize the strange thoughts in Song Xiaoxiao's head at all, but stuck to Song Xiaoxiao's bedside tightly, held her hand, his eyes were full of affection, and asked with concern: "Are you hungry, you haven't eaten for several days." ”

When Song Xiaoxiao was in a trance, a middle-aged woman with a weathered face opened the door of the ward and walked in, holding a food box in her hand.

The middle-aged woman staggered to Song Xiaoxiao, her raised hand kept shaking, and her face was crying and laughing, "Xiaoxiao, is it you?" It's mom who is sorry for you, sorry for you, you have to live well. ”

Song Xiaoxiao saw the woman's expression and that face, which coincided with the memory, this was Song Xiaoxiao's mother, Lin Jiahui.

Lin Jiahui hugged Song Xiaoxiao, cried for a long time before she reacted, raised her right hand and rang the service bell on the wall, and then stroked Song Xiaoxiao's pale face inch by inch with her hand, and looked at it carefully.

Song Xiaoxiao remembered that when she first entered the door, Lin Jiahui's whole person was like a walking corpse, with a loveless expression, and when she saw her, she was instantly surprised, tears flowed, and in a flash, she experienced great sorrow and mourning.

Outside the ward, Chen Qiaoan staggered by, his heart was like death, there was no blood on his face, and he didn't look at Zhou Yun and Tang Ruhua who were following him.