Half a Whisper

At twenty-two, she died in a car accident. Was it an accident or murder? No one knew. When she woke again, she found herself in a freezing morgue. Confused, she looked around, then pushed open the door. Others took her for a psychiatric patient who had escaped, and no one paid her any attention. A jolt in her brain brought back memories from before her death. Had it all just been a dream? It hadn't. The smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils. The hospital calendar clearly read February 2, 2012. She looked at her reflection in the clock face: she really did look seventeen. She still vaguely remembered the car speeding toward her that day. Her stepmother, Song Wenya, had been in the driver's seat. Now she remembered her innocent death. It turned out everything in her life had been a lie. She had been too naive all along. A faint smile curled her lips. This time, reborn, she understood the purpose of her existence. Even if she knew she would fall into a deep sleep again six years from now, so what? She had made up her mind: those who deserved to die would pay for their crimes in blood. This revenge had only just begun. Everyone would become her pawn. She would take back everything and send every cruel villain to eternal ruin...