When the wind whistled outside the window, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes. The eyes looking towards the ceiling were dull and dull, as if they were adjusting to the inexplicable feeling. He pulled back the quilt and stretched his legs down, trying to hook his feet into the slippers in front of him. After putting on the slippers, he stood up and slowly walked out of the bedroom. Following his intuition, he walked towards the bathroom. In a daze, he was washing his hands after going to the bathroom. Looking up at the young and familiar face in front of him, he realized something was wrong. After returning to the bedroom, he picked up the charging cell phone. He tapped his finger on the screen a few times and looked at the numbers in front of him. He moved the phone away and muttered, "Why did I die?"
Intention: Try writing fan fiction