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Goddess Yan’s song is still playing on a loop.

"...the moment when eyes meet, hands hold each other, that is the beginning of the first love..."

On the screen, Goddess Yan dances in the starry sky, full of fantasy. The special effects are comparable to big-budget movies with an investment of over 100 million.

The theme of the song is love that transcends time and space, but that is definitely not what the girl is thinking about now.

Her phone fell to the ground. She knelt on the ground, forgot to get up, and slowly leaned her body against the bed next to her. Her tears kept flowing, but she couldn't wet the sheets. Those tears disappeared in the air.

"...Beyond the distant starry sky, you exist..."

The looping singing and music videos continued throughout the night.

The girl cried and fell asleep.

It was the first time I saw a soul sleeping like this.

She looked like a living person.

When it was daybreak, the movement outside woke the girl up. She opened her eyes, not feeling much of the aftereffects of a good cry. Sitting on the ground like this and sleeping on the bed all night did not cause her any discomfort. At this time, she looked like a soul.

She was in a daze for a while, as if she was sorting out her thoughts.

There was the sound of someone washing up outside.

She turned to look at the music that was still playing, got up from the ground, and turned off the player.

Dragging her steps, she walked towards the door. Her outstretched hand was on the door handle, but she delayed opening the door.

The girl lowered her head and tears fell again.

There was very lifelike movement outside the door. I could hear the sound of washing, the clinking of dishes and chopsticks, and the couple talking softly.

"...You should go to the hospital to watch more today. I will go to the work unit to apply for leave."

"Don't ask for leave. I don't know... I don't know how long it will take..." The female voice choked up, "I don't have to go to work anyway, so just let me stay with you in the hospital."

"My daughter is like this, how can I go to work? She doesn't know when she will..."

They both began to cry softly.

The girl's head rested on the door, and her hand loosened her grip on the door handle.

After about half an hour, the couple went out together.

The door closed, and after a while, the girl sniffed, turned the door handle, and walked out.

She walked around the room, sitting on the sofa from time to time, looking at the community outside the balcony, then entering her parents' bedroom and lying on their bed. Afterwards, she went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, squatted in front and looked at the slightly empty inside of the refrigerator. There are large bottles of juice on the refrigerator door. The girl reached out to pick up the juice, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. She tasted nothing.

I saw the orange juice land directly on the kitchen tiles.

The girl looked down, then silently re-tightened the cap of the juice bottle and put it back in the refrigerator. She closed the refrigerator door, pulled out the rag hanging next to it, wiped the floor clean, and washed the rag again.

Her hands were washed by the water, but she didn't feel any coolness. She was stunned for a long time before she turned off the faucet, wrung out the rag, and hung it up again.

Turning on her heels, she went to the bathroom. On the wall next to the sink, there is a toothbrush holder in the shape of a little monkey. The girl touched the little monkey's face. He raised his head and faced a mirror.

There was no figure in the mirror.

She put her hand on the mirror and looked at it for a long time, tears flowing out again.

His lowered hand pressed on the sink. She squatted down in pain and burst into tears again.

It's not that I can't understand her emotions. She was the first soul I had ever seen struggling on the verge of death. She is constantly aware of the fact that she is dying or has already died. Compared to the despair and pain that other souls experience when they die, all she faces is death itself. There are no scary monsters or unbelievable supernatural events. Death itself is the most terrifying monster. The monster was slowly devouring her.

The more she cried, the louder she cried. She was out of control emotionally. She didn't think about anything, just venting her desperate despair.

After a long time, she stopped crying.

Feeling tired, she held onto the wall next to her and sat on the toilet.

She put her hands on her knees and covered her face. Her posture was not good-looking, and her whole body was slightly twisted and tense to the extreme.

"Huh..." After exhaling, she raised her face and touched the tears on her face. The traces quickly disappeared.

The girl shuffled outside, looking confused.

She returned to her room and lay on the bed, as if she wanted to sleep, and everything would be fine when she got up.

Suddenly a child's laughter came from downstairs, very loud.

The girl turned her head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. She moved to the edge of the bed, got out of the bed from the other side, and stood by the window.

There were a few children running around downstairs, probably playing some kind of game and having a great time.

The girl watched for a while, and when she saw that the children were gone, she returned to the bed and sat down.

She stared at the ground in a daze for a long time.

The sound of the door opening was heard, and the girl turned her head sharply.

The footsteps changed from steady to rapid. The girl's mother rushed to the door of the room and saw the things on the ground and the open notebook. Her eyes widened, unable to hide her shock.

"Mom..." the girl shouted.

"Be good... be good, is it... is it you?" the girl's mother asked tremblingly, her eyes scanning the room, then turning to other rooms, shouting, "Be good, be good! Is it you?" Come back? Be good! Let your mother take a look...Don't scare her... Be good..."

The girl burst into tears, turned around and rushed out of the room, "Mom!"

She reached out to the woman and wanted to hug her, but she passed through.

"Be good!" The woman was like a crazy blind man, wandering around the room.

The girl bit her lip and returned to her room, trying to use her notebook to convey a message to her mother.

She and I both saw it. Her hand that went to hold the mouse passed through the mouse.

The girl's eyes widened and she scratched a few times in vain, but she couldn't even feel the air.

She reluctantly reached for the pen in the pen holder, but found nothing.

"Be good! Be good!" The girl's mother was still shouting without giving up, but the cry gradually replaced the cry.

The girl was trembling all over, "Why...why...why...I...wuwu..."

Both mother and daughter were crying, but one could never hear the other's voice.

After a long time, the girl's father called and her mother told her about the situation at home. Not long after, the girl's father came back.

"Look! This thing has been taken out. It must have been taken out by Guiguai!" The girl's mother held the tin box and photo album, "Guiguai must have gone home, she..."

The girl's father had a sad look on his face, "Wife, you...don't be stupid. How can there be in this world...our daughter is still in the ward. Moreover, she is not dead yet. She is not dead..."

The woman was stunned and suppressed her cry.

"She...daughter, she...don't think too much...it's okay...it's okay..."

The couple hugged each other.

The girl had stopped crying and just stared at her parents calmly.

Watch them cry, watch them pack their things, watch them leave the room and close the door.

With a click, she was the only one left in the room.

She looked at the desk drawer at hand. With a pull, the drawer opened. There are a lot of odds and ends inside, including calculators, set squares, compasses, markers, note pads...

The girl laughed. She immediately stopped smiling, took out a marker and a pad, and wrote on them. The tip of the pen fell on the paper, and after scratching, nothing was left.

The girl was stunned. After smearing it twice, she threw away the pen and took out the pen in the pen holder. There was ink inside, but no matter how she wrote, no writing appeared.

She trembled and went to open her laptop. The computer was turned on, but when she pulled out Notepad and typed on the keyboard, the keyboard seemed to be malfunctioning. She opened the drawing software, used the mouse to draw lines, and clicked the mouse, but nothing appeared on the screen. But when she used the mouse to close the interface, she succeeded with one click.

The girl yelled and slammed the notebook to the ground!

There are two lines in the lyrics from Lin Mingmei's "Do You Remember Love". When talking about singing in the universe, Macross comes to mind~ although I have never watched an episode. (￣▽￣“)

My childhood was like "If you don't wash it, why don't you wash it and let me dry it?" and "Infinite Dreams of the World"...(*￣▽￣)y