Farrah struggled desperately, but her body felt as soft and powerless as cotton, completely unable to move.
The lightning faded, and the bedroom fell into darkness.
Only the dim light from the streetlamp outside cast a faint shadow of a figure by the window.
However, Farrah could still confirm that the figure was Maggie.
Her slim figure, elegant white dress, and hairstyle were exactly the same as the night of Maggie's accident. It left a deep impression on her.
"Y... you..." She looked at the figure in horror, her throat feeling as if it were blocked by something. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't say anything.
Lightning flashed again, illuminating the bedroom.
The figure slowly walked toward her.
She could see the figure's face clearly. It was indeed Maggie.
Shock and fear made her shiver, and her back was soaked with cold sweat.
