Several people watched Wang Xiangxiang intently. As soon as she opened her eyes, everyone noticed, and Xiaoxiao anxiously asked, "Sister Wang, you've woken up. How do you feel?"
"I'm not dead?" Wang Xiangxiang could hardly believe it.
Everyone nodded in unison, and Xiaoxiao's eyes brimmed with tears as she excitedly replied, "Yes, you're not dead. Heaven wouldn't let you die. You must live well from now on."
Hearing this, Wang Xiangxiang's tears involuntarily flowed again. She hadn't died, but how was she to carry on living? Her vision was pitch black; she could see no path to light.
"Is that so? Turns out I didn't die." A smile appeared on her lips, yet her heart was filled with immeasurable bitterness.
"Yes, yes, you're not dead. How could you be so heartless to leave us behind?"
Wang Xiangxiang tried to sit up with some effort, and Xiaoxiao quickly supported her, "Sister Wang, what are you doing?"
With a weak voice, Wang Xiangxiang said, "Xiaoxiao, I want to go home."
