Ling Tianya looked at the photo on the phone in confusion. It was a girl that looked like a dried out blade of grass, wearing a white patient's gown, her eyes empty as she laid motionless on a hospital bed. It was clear that the girl's actions were restricted by the straps wrapped tightly around her body.
Just one look, and Ling Tianya began to cry.
"Tianxin…" Even after so many years, Ling Tianya could recognize at first sight that the girl that looked like a ghost was her younger sister, Tianxin. "What happened to her? Why would this happen? Why is she like that?!"
Ling Tianya's emotions were running high, grabbing onto Ruan Zeyan's hand tightly, her long nails scratching along the back of Ruan Zeyan's hand, leaving behind faint red marks.
To Ruan Zeyan, the pain was nothing in comparison to seeing Ling Tianya's tears.