"Xiao?" Ying exclaimed in surprise.
His eyes stared blankly at Xiao Jinsheng as she leaned closer to his face.
He found her appearance utterly unbelievable.
Xiao Jinsheng had already left.
Xiao Jinsheng already had a little white cat.
There was no way she could return here to find him.
Realizing that everything before him might just be a figment of his imagination before he dissipated.
Ying dared not look at the Xiao Jinsheng conjured by his hallucination. He turned his head and closed his eyes.
He had accepted his fate, quietly waiting for death to descend.
The warm Healing Superpower covering him withdrew instantly.
Ying curled his lips in sorrow.
He knew it—everything was just his delusion.
But the sad atmosphere failed to envelop him completely before it was scattered by a smack.
"Pa!" A crisp sound rang.
The sting on his cheek made Ying blink in confusion and open his eyes.
His thoughts were still tangled: Do people feel pain after they die?
