Chapter 21: Real Illusions

  At the same time, Xiaoyan's room was brightly lit, and she lay on her bed in a daze, thinking about the strange events of the day: on the snowy ground, on the rooftop, on the corridor outside the window, that white figure that appeared and disappeared from time to time, was it an illusion or did it really exist?

  Replaying the memories stored in her mind, she wanted to see some traces. But every time she thought of that face with resentful and sorrowful eyes staring straight at her, Xiaoyan couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine, cold to the bone.

  Unconsciously, she fell asleep again in a bright white light.

  It seems like an eternity has passed... an eternity...

  A cool breeze seemed to caress Xiaoyan's earlobe, as if someone's breath had brushed against it.

  Sleeping comfortably, yet being disturbed by this breath, Xiaoyan frowned, annoyed, and turned over, muttering to herself, her hand unconsciously slapping something heavily.

  The pain in her palm made Xiaoyan wake up, open her eyes, but it was a familiar yet eerie darkness. Her heart tightened involuntarily, and her hand trembled as she covered the darkness in front of her, indeed, it was that wooden board she had expected. She woke up again under the bed.

  Another wave of coolness spread to her ear, and a strange breath was spreading on the left side of Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan turned sideways and saw that the woman in white clothes with black hair was lying on her left side, close at hand, her long hair scattered on her white clothes, and under the dim light, only faintly visible were the eye-catching scars on her skin, but her face was exceptionally clear, as if it had a foreboding whiteness of death.

  At that moment, Xiaoyan's body was as if it didn't belong to her, stiff and frozen in place, unable to move. It seemed like she couldn't even turn around and escape from under the bed.

  The girl still stared straight at Xiaoyan, her eyes dropping tears that seemed so desolate. She slowly curled up into a ball, shivering and trembling, making people feel pitiful.

  Xiao Yan felt a dull ache somewhere in her heart, with two voices arguing in her mind. One voice told her to "leave!" while the other urged her to "stay". In the end, Xiao Yan remained motionless, staying in that rotten and dark bed corner. Xiao Yan didn't know why she wanted to stay, or why her heart ached.

  Xiao Yan looked at the dense scars on the woman's hands and legs, the gruesome wounds, and her nose involuntarily felt a sour taste. The next moment, she inexplicably stretched out her stiff hand and gently stroked the woman's head, comforting her lightly.

  Xiao Yan only felt a soft touch at her fingertips, and the fear in her heart was slowly fading away.

  "Who are you?" Xiaoyan asked again in a soft and timid voice.

  The woman looked at Xiaoyan, after a long while, she hooked up the corner of her mouth and said softly:

  "Xian Xian...... you know who I am, right......"

  "I don't know!" Xiaoyan looked at the woman's mouth corner and saw a smile emerging, and her fear began to spread again.

  "Mother... save me... it's so cold... I'm so cold..."

  The corners of her mouth curved up into a deeper smile, her dimples deepened, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth, laughing so brightly, so fiercely.

  Xiao Yan didn't care about anything and hastily turned around. Just as she was about to crawl out from under the bed, her hand behind her back was grabbed by a pair of icy hands with great force, tightly grasping it, with fingernails digging into her flesh, causing a chilling pain.

  The pain and icy sensation transmitted from her palm made Xiaoyan feel like she was on the verge of collapse again.

  Dazed for a long time, Xiaoyan wanted to break free and shook off the pair of hands that were tightly grasping her. She crawled and rolled out from under the bed and turned on the light again.

  At the moment when the switch was pressed and the room was filled with light, Xiaoyan panted hastily.

  "Hoo... Hoo... Hoo..."

  It was as if in this quiet and eerie night, all that could be heard were Xiaoyan's urgent and panicked breathing sounds and the wild pounding of her heartbeat.

  Xiao Yan was panting heavily, as if she had once again escaped the pursuit of death. Suddenly, she thought of something and raised her arm, revealing two bright red scratch marks on her pale skin that looked exceptionally eye-catching.

  Xiao Yan sat down on the ground as if she had fainted, leaning against the wall and hugging her knees, trying to give herself a sense of security.

  The dim light faintly shone under the bed, but there was clearly nothing. However, the bright and clear scratch marks on my arm seemed to be loudly shouting and mocking me.

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