Perhaps Song Yaoyao was overthinking, but since she could remember, why couldn't Zhou Manli and the others?
What if there really was a past life and a present life?
Then was her rebirth an accident?
The ward fell into dead silence, and Zhou Manli's rapid breathing could be heard beside her ears. She dragged her broken body and struggled to move to the other side. It was obviously ineffective, but she was working very hard. It seemed that even if she was a centimeter or two away from her, she would be satisfied.
Song Yaoyao watched her move coldly, and the smile on her face disappeared.
She suddenly stood up, and the chair made an ear-piercing sound on the floor. She bent down to meet Zhou Manli's eyes. "I think I already know the answer. Thank you."
Song Yaoyao winked at her, stood up, and walked out of the ward.
Huo Jiu was still standing respectfully outside, surprised that Song Yaoyao had settled everything so quickly.
