Song Ci felt light as a feather, as if she was driving on clouds in mid-air, parting layers of fog, she saw a familiar scene again.
Modern hospital.
Sure enough, here we go again.
Song Ci floated over, her entire self sprawled over the woman lying on the hospital bed with a white bandage wrapped around her forehead.
This was her physical body, her real self.
Tut tut, look at that little face, it's as white as the sheets.
Song Ci pressed down a bit, a mischievous thought suddenly rose, she floated to the head of the bed, peeked down, and formed claws with her hands.
Hehe, Song Kayako's here.
If the physical body wakes up to see this scene, she'd probably be scared to death, suspecting that she's transferred into the heroine of a classic horror drama.
Pfft.
Song Ci chuckled, indeed she had a bit of a nutty gene.
No, if the physical body actually wakes up and gets scared by this, wouldn't that mean she's scaring herself?
Song Ci pouted, so silly.
