"Thump thump thump~"
Hospitals always have elevators wide enough to accommodate hospital beds, but without a bed or other passengers, it usually feels very spacious for one or two people.
However, right now, Zuo Jiangqin, who stood inside like a puppet, didn't feel this spaciousness at all.
Instead, she felt extremely oppressed and desperate...
"Auntie Zuo... right?"
Behind her, a woman's voice spoke faintly, sounding like a tolling death knell.
Upon hearing that voice, Zuo Jiangqin's expression turned even more terrified.
She tried to control her body with her mind, but her body still wasn't her own; she could do nothing.
Her consciousness was clear, but her body...
What exactly happened to her?
Could it be that she was cursed?
Who exactly is this daughter of Ye Lan...
"Uh..."
Amidst immense terror, Zuo Jiangqin couldn't help but recall what had just happened.
