Chapter Fourteen Girl

  It was unclear how much time had passed, but Wang Zhuo seemed to have regained some consciousness. He felt like he was leaning against something soft and fluffy, which felt very comfortable. However, he clearly remembered falling off the cliff, and it was still a vivid memory. Hadn't he died? Was he now lying in a hospital receiving treatment?

  Suddenly he felt something soft and fluffy licking his face, seemingly hot and sticky, with a fishy smell.

  His weak consciousness struggled constantly, and finally he slightly opened one eye.

  "My goodness! Whose pet is this? Letting it out to disgust people!"

  He only saw a big yellow dog licking its half-open eyes, and he was leaning against it.

  As he raised his hand to push away the big, fluffy dog head in front of him, a girl's giggles suddenly echoed faintly in his ear, as melodious as a silver bell. However, as his consciousness gradually recovered, the sound seemed to be getting closer and closer. He turned his eyeballs, scanning every corner of the room that he could see.

  "My goodness!"

  What kind of hospital is this, it's clearly a slum, with crumbling walls, old doors and windows, and the entire house has less than five pieces of furniture in total. Apart from the hard wooden bed I'm lying on now, there's only a dining table and two short stools, all of which look like antiques.

  "Where is this?" Wang Chu asked with a hint of doubt.

  It wasn't until a while later that the crown prince came back to his senses from the shock, and his attention was once again drawn into the child's voice from earlier. The child's voice lingered in his ears, and he was very curious - this room clearly only had himself and this annoying dog.

  "It's not right" Wang Chu seemed to have thought of something and suddenly felt a wave of nausea in his heart.

  "Could it be its voice? Or is it a mother's? It's even calling me! I'm still leaning on it!" Wang Cang seemed to have decided at this moment that the dog in front of him was indeed a dog demon, and since ghosts existed, what reason did he have not to believe in demons.

  "Nima! How did I deserve such a sin!" Wang Chu's heart was filled with sorrow and indignation.

  As for the last time that vicious female ghost rushed towards him, he still has lingering fear, besides, that female ghost was much more beautiful than this thing, and having an unrequited love for a dog is not as good as banging one's head to death on a dog's head.

  He immediately sprouted the idea of escaping, and just as he was about to run, he found that he couldn't run at all. To be precise, he couldn't even move his body, as if his soul was completely bound in a shell, unable to move!

  It almost collapsed, but just then a magnetic middle-aged voice came from outside the house: "Little Ling, don't play with your dog all day, I've prepared things for the East House, you take it and send it over!"

  Then he felt the dog under him suddenly dart out and rush towards the incoming man, wagging its head and tail in welcome.

  Wang Cun suddenly understood that the voice was not coming from the dog.

  "Xiao Ling? Could it be that there really is someone inside?" Wang Chu suddenly trembled with surprise, why was there someone inside but he couldn't see them!

  He watched as the man walked towards the house, and Wang Chu felt that this man seemed to be walking towards him.

  The man walked over to his bed and reached out to stroke the top of his head.

  The action seems gentle, and the man's soft eyes are filled with love, a complex yet simple love, but more of a warm feeling!

  Wang Chu was almost faint, the man's eyes made him heartache, the man's touch made him suffocate, making him recall his parents, if it wasn't for that accident...

  "Damn it, what kind of singing is this?! Where am I exactly?!" Wang Chu cut off his thoughts and became anxious instead.

  At this time, that naive and lovely childlike voice rang out again: "Dad, give me the thing, I'll take it over right away!"

  The prince only felt himself uncontrollably getting out of bed, and then saw a delicate small hand take over the package from the man's hand, which seemed to be medicine.

  Then he ran out of the house uncontrollably, as if the big yellow dog was chasing after him, and the loud laughter echoed in his ears again.

  At this moment, the crown prince's heart seemed to have sprouted a terrible guess: Could it be that this little girl is me, or that I am attached to her body? Could it be that I'm dead?" The crown prince seemed to want to cry but had no tears, and didn't dare think further.

  The prince was out of control, passively playing and running along the way, watching that big yellow dog shuttle back and forth beside him, having a great time!

  After more than ten minutes of struggling, Wang Cang basically recognized his situation. This girl was himself, and he was this girl. Since he couldn't control the girl's body, the only thing he could control was his eyeballs, so he only understood a bit about this girl. The girl was dressed simply but neatly, with a patch the size of a palm on the corner of her clothes.

  On her way back she saw a woman.

  The woman's figure was elegant, wearing a pink cheongsam, but her delicate face made the prince tremble with fear, because it had some resemblance to the flower-patterned cheongsam female ghost.

  The girl's face lit up with joy, but it instantly disappeared when she saw the woman. The girl seemed to run to the woman's side at the fastest speed, tightly hugging her legs. Her big eyes welled up with tears, cutting through her delicate cheeks. The woman's eyes also turned red as she bent down and kissed the girl's forehead before turning around and leaving. The girl cried even harder, chasing after her, stumbling, and shouting "Mother... Mother..." The girl's sobbing seemed to infect Wang Cai, piercing his heart!

  At this moment, the big yellow dog also became less mischievous, quietly squatting beside the girl, occasionally letting out a mournful hum, and occasionally licking the girl's injured small hand with its tongue, as if it was also infected by the girl's crying.

  When the girl returned home, her father only said one sentence to her: "Little Ling, your mother is just temporarily away from home and will come back later. If you blame anyone, blame Dad, Dad is useless and has no ability to keep your mother, this is the clothes your mother gave you!"

  The girl took over the clothes and curled up in a corner of the bed, with her mother's clothes under her head, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and fell asleep dazedly.

  A tender-hearted girl, how can she withstand the cruel blows of the mundane world? How can her mother be so heartless!

  ……

  "Hey Tian Mi, found it! Found it!"

  "Ke'er sister, what's wrong with you? What did you find?" Tian Mi's voice was dull and unhappy, perhaps still unable to shake off the sorrow of Wang Cang's fall.

  "Prince! Found the prince! He still has a faint breath, he's alive!" Wang Ke's voice was slightly excited, but her eyes were already wet.

  At this moment, on the other end of the phone, Tian Mi was crying uncontrollably.

  "You even express happiness with tears, look at you crying, you're in the hospital, the ambulance will arrive at your Lingshan Hospital in half an hour, wait for it!" Wang Ke still didn't forget to tease Tian Mi!

  She had just returned to the hospital and asked for a few days off, but it was already noon, lying in bed, she couldn't sleep, her eyes closed and all she could think of was last night's events, and more often than not, Wang Chu's figure would appear, making her reluctant to part with him.

  After hearing the news, Tian Mi's emotions were stirred up and suddenly felt a lot more at ease, but then she began to worry about whether Wang Chu could fully recover! It seemed as if she didn't have even half a doubt that Wang Chu had fallen off a cliff. Perhaps this is the highest realm of love!

  As soon as Wang returned to the police station, she asked a group of people to search for someone at the bottom of the cliff. After a long time, they finally found Wang Chu, but what made her curious was that no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find the mummified corpse. Moreover, Wang Chu had fallen from such a high cliff and was still alive, which left her baffled. Not to mention that apart from the injury on the back of his head, Wang Chu only had a slight fracture in his left leg, which was really beyond her comprehension. Recently, everything she encountered was strange, and she seemed to be worried about how to write the report for her superiors.