Fang Li curled up on the floor, clutching the book tightly against her chest. Her body shook with silent sobs, tears still glistening at the corners of her eyes. Her heart ached, replaying those final moments when she had seen Zheng Liang's face—his worried, crying expression as he watched her bleeding, injured state and losing consciousness. Her whisper, barely audible in the quiet of the room, escaped her trembling lips, "Zheng Liang, I will never leave you…"
Even in sleep, her mind remained restless, caught between two worlds. Her breathing softened, and as she drifted deeper into unconsciousness, the book in her hands began to glow. A soft, warm light spilled from its pages, casting a faint shimmer across the room.
When Fang Li opened her eyes, she was in a dark room. It was completely black, without even a glimmer of light. The suffocating darkness closed in around her, and she couldn't find anyone or a way out. It was as if she were trapped somewhere with no escape.
