Some doctors stationed there seemed to have been expecting her arrival. They immediately pointed her in the right direction. She thanked them briefly and followed their directions.
As she walked further into the quiet, pristine corridor, she saw him—the tall, solitary figure of Fu Jingrong standing in the sterile white glow of the hospital lights. For some reason, a memory stirred inside her. She recalled that strange moment when her soul had returned to this world after transmigrating to the other one. At that time, she had secretly peered into a ward and seen Fu Jingrong lying there, weak and unmoving, surrounded by tubes and machines. The image of him then—pale against the white walls—was strangely similar to the way he stood here now, alone in the corridor.
