A-Zhuang was in so much pain that he had collapsed to one side. All he could do was gasp for breath; he couldn't hurt Mo Xiaoling anymore.
As for Black Sis, even her breathing had stopped.
But Mo Xiaoling could tell that Black Sis wasn't dead yet.
"Xiaoling?" The unfamiliar voice sounded again, this time more urgently.
Mo Xiaoling trembled. "Hang up! Hang up the phone! Black Sis! Tang Ying!"
She screamed until her voice cracked.
Black Sis didn't react.
A-Zhuang was still gasping.
"Hang up the phone!!!" Mo Xiaoling tried to push A-Zhuang away, but for a moment, she couldn't find his body.
A-Zhuang let out a sneer.
"Xiaoling, don't panic..."
"Hang up! Please... please... stop talking, don't..." Tears ran down Mo Xiaoling's cheeks. She covered her face and began to cry.
All she could think was, It's over.
She was finished... Wan Jisheng had heard! He'd heard everything that had happened in the hospital!
The force of her sharp thoughts struck me, and my own consciousness began to fade.
I noticed the darkness around me twisting, as though something were tearing at the darkness before my eyes, the darkness before Mo Xiaoling's eyes.
No, it wasn't the darkness Mo Xiaoling saw. Only the darkness around me was being torn apart.
My body was being pulled, too.
After a burst of wrenching pain, I saw the darkness replaced by light. Everything before me was bright, so bright it nearly blinded me.
My eyes, accustomed to the dark, struggled to adjust.
The light source wasn't actually very bright. It came from a small bedside lamp, its glow a dim yellow.
The lamp stood some distance to my left. To my right was a door, left open. The room outside was brightly lit, and white light spilled in from there, fading