Lying on the hospital bed, Xu Zhenzhen, clearly only in her early twenties, looked like an old woman in her seventies or eighties. It wasn't that her appearance aged, but it was that kind of despair, the utterly hopeless expression, resembling someone on their deathbed.
Compared to the proud and boastful Xu Zhenzhen of the past life, she seemed like a completely different person.
As Tang Yue thought about it, she even struggled to remember what Xu Zhenzhen used to look like in her former life.
Suddenly, Xu Zhenzhen seemed to sense something, turned her head towards the door, and saw Tang Yue.
"Tang Yue."
Xu Zhenzhen struggled to sit up, her eyes fiercely fixed on Tang Yue, filled with intense hatred.
Tang Yue was dressed in a black and white checkered coat, paired with a solid black scarf, her dark, smooth hair hanging down her sides. She was even more beautiful than before. Her bright eyes sparkled, and her lively face could pass for an eighteen-year-old.
