The short-haired woman, who everyone thought was faking her death, was Jin Yutao. After a while, she completely fused with her body and gradually regained consciousness.
"I… I'm not dead? I'm not dead?!"
Jin Yutao raised her hands and looked at them, which were no longer transparent, with ecstasy on her face.
Great, great! She wasn't dead. She wasn't dead!
"No, you're dead."
While Jin Yutao was intermediate in the ecstasy of coming back from the dead, a cold voice suddenly shattered her fantasy.
"You should still remember how you died, right?"
Lu Zijia slowly walked to Jin Yutao and reached out, looking down at her as she asked the other woman.
"I… I'm dead?"
Jin Yutao looked at her hands again and shook her head crazily. "No, no! I'm not dead, I'm not dead! I'm still alive, I'm still alive! Don't try to lie to me!"
However, even though she said that, her eyes were indeed filled with disbelief and fear.
