"Drip——"
The electrocardiogram turned into a cold straight line, and Cheng Ye's last consciousness lingered on the piercing alarm sound of the electrocardiogram monitor. The smell of disinfectant was suddenly replaced by a sweet fruity aroma, and the touch of plush fabric came to my fingertips.
"Is this... The waiting room of heaven?" He opened his eyelids with difficulty, and what he saw was the dome with floating stars. Hundreds of elf eggs embedded in amber crystal rock are rising and falling slightly with a certain rhythm.
There was a sudden burning sensation in his left hand, and Cheng Ye instinctively retracted his arm. On the turquoise eggshell that was touched, the vine-like patterns were blooming with an emerald luster.
