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Shen Qingyao's heart attack was as torturous as ever, especially this time, which was unusually severe.

When Shen Qingyao was carried into the room in a daze, she was still conscious to some extent. She could hear Lu Zhao's urgent and angry voice, trembling with panic. She heard Cui Qiao and Hong Yun in a mess, and heard her own parents who rushed anxiously, their worried sobs...

Unfortunately, because she was still conscious, the pain accompanied those chaotic sounds, making it increasingly hard to ignore.

She tried desperately to move a finger, wanting to say, "Don't cry, I'm not dead yet." She wanted to make some sound to tell them how much she was suffering. But despite using all her strength, she couldn't do anything, only silently, soberly, waiting for the pain to engulf her.

In a daze, she unexpectedly had a dream she hadn't had for a while.

It wasn't about her childhood memories or the original plot. She dreamt about the last days of her life in modern times.

The weather that day was as gloomy as today, with the windows of the ward wide open and the door ajar. The cold draft in the hallway made the entire ward feel like an ice cellar, but Shen Qingyao couldn't feel any of it.

There seemed to be a fire inside her body, mercilessly burning at her chest. She gritted her teeth tightly, sweat soaking the pillow. The pain was suffocating her.

A nurse on duty in the hospital walked over, looking at her pale face, sighed deeply, and then said nothing, reaching out to activate a machine.

The lines on the screen fluctuated, and the machine's buzzing was loud, disturbing her peace. Shen Qingyao took a deep breath, suddenly hearing faint voices outside the door.

"So pitiful, so seriously ill, why haven't her family come to see her even once? How heartless!"

Another voice agreed, "Exactly! Just paying for a caregiver isn't enough. With such a serious illness, how can she manage alone?"

"Sigh, I just checked, her indicators are off again, she's probably... sigh."

A sigh behind the door covered another sound. Shen Qingyao's mind was blank, the pain inside and the actual pain overlapping, blurring the boundaries of time and space. For a moment, Shen Qingyao couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, and forgot where she was.

"Yaoyao..." a faint voice came from afar, as if whispering in her ear. The person was calling her. Suddenly, a place in her heart sank, but no matter how she tried to remember, she couldn't recall whose voice it was.

What was forgotten? Shen Qingyao mumbled in a daze, as if she had promised someone to live on, to wait for him to come back, to watch the moon together, and enjoy the snow together.

In her blurry vision, a figure suddenly emerged, dressed in a white robe, with a jade crown and tied hair, exuding a pure and transcendent aura. She couldn't see the person's face clearly, but the only color in her eyes was a fiery red jade pendant hanging from their waist.

Shen Qingyao gasped, greedily breathing the air around her, but it felt thinner and thinner.

The figure in front of her also faded, and she panicked, instinctively reaching out to grasp, but just as her hands touched, everything in front of her suddenly shattered with a loud crash, leaving only an endless white...

On the hospital bed, Shen Qingyao's hand fell heavily towards the empty space, hitting the edge of the bed with a dull sound. Immediately after, the fluctuating line on the monitor straightened out with a long alarm, without any more fluctuations...