Ye Ying was a mass of contradictions. She hoped to be independent, only to end up dependent on an ordinary man, living on a meager salary. She hoped to become famous and achieve great things, only to meet an unhappy end...
Everything returns to dust. Only a mound of yellow earth remains, holding fast to the body you once had.
In a daze, as if in a dream, I drift through an unknown corner of the world, unable to bear leaving. The dream feels so real that I can see doctors and nurses in white coats moving through the hospital room. I can hear the drip-drip of the IV, and even the swollen ache of the needle in my skin feels real. Is this regret?
What year is it now? Why, when life has already ended, does my soul still cling to the human world? My eyelids are heavy. The glaring white ceiling makes my eyes hurt. The familiar smell of disinfectant hangs in the air, and an unknown button by the bedside keeps beeping urgently.
The plot is general and not detailed enough. I hope it will be balanced and updated again.