Actually, dying like this wouldn't be so bad. Death would put an end to everything—no more sorrow.
Staring at the ceiling above her, Mo Ran felt dizzy and lightheaded. She slowly closed her eyes and fell unconscious.
In her dreams, she was alternately burning up and shivering with cold.
In extreme heat and cold, she was tormented endlessly in a world of ice and fire.
She didn't know that she was ill, running a high fever, stricken with a serious disease.
She lay unconscious on the floor, her complexion deathly pale, her entire body sweating, but nobody noticed this scene.
Meanwhile, after leaving the villa, Mo Yan hurriedly left Banshan Garden by car.
She returned to her neighborhood and found an ATM. With trembling hands, she inserted her card and entered the PIN from the sequence of numbers pasted on it.
Checking the balance...
She was excited, shaking with anticipation. Soon, she would see a long series of digits, a number so large she couldn't even count...