The days until discharge from hospital were getting shorter and shorter, but every day was a torment.

  Time suddenly stretched out into a long corridor, and the distant view was extinguished.

  Still every night, the sound of the ball hitting can be heard. Boom---Boom---. Like a black death invitation letter, from the hand of the god of death, one by one, delivered into her own world. She couldn't help but read the fear inside into her heart.

  Every morning when she woke up, she was covered in cold sweat. Youyou only hoped that these days of hospitalization would be like a long dream, and after waking up, they would be forgotten. But some dreams will keep replaying over and over again. Then, the maze woven from these dreams, we blindly search for the bright exit.

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