"Chenxi, what's wrong?"
Behind her was her best friend and classmate, Han Duo, who danced in her accompaniment. Hearing such a voice, she stopped the dance steps she had been practicing along with her music.
After asking several times in succession, the girl who had been sitting at the piano all along seemed as if she couldn't hear any sounds at all, sitting there stiffly, her silhouette resembling a flower that had suddenly been struck by frost.
What happened to her? Did something happen?
Han Duo felt that something was off and stopped dancing and walked over, "Chenxi, what's wrong with you? You were fine just a moment ago, what happened now?"
She asked twice more, and finally, at that moment, the woman sitting there, who seemed to have lost all vitality, spoke with a dead-pale face, "That woman is not dead!"
"Which woman?" Han Duo was confused by her words.
