I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

There were no other unexpected incidents on Wednesday. The bureau was busy investigating the places where bodies were dumped. Apart from that, Yang Liu was hardly needed, and the day passed peacefully.

As it was almost time to get off work, Yang Liu packed up her things early and stood in front of the time clock at the last minute.

As the time was up and the card was rang, Yang Liu hailed a taxi as soon as she went out and went home directly. She was too tired and didn't want to take the bus.

The car was very fast. People got off work in one second and were lying on the bed in the next second. Yang Liu rolled around comfortably on the bed, pulled the thin quilt to cover herself, and fell asleep.

Wen Ya came up to her fearlessly at this time. Today was her seventh day after death. She had just returned home, taken a walk, and had eaten the meal provided by her family.

"Sister Yang~"

Yang Liu felt dizzy and her ears were filled with noisy noises. Her heart was obviously overloaded after staying up all night and working a day, and it was aching slightly. Wen Ya's ethereal call penetrated Yang Liu's ears from all directions. Yang Liu thought she was going to die suddenly again. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw the familiar scene.

Just like when they first met, Wen Ya and Yang Liu were floating face to face, with her long skirt and long hair hanging down almost touching Yang Liu. Now that Yang Liu had woken up, the worry on her face disappeared and she grinned.

"You seemed to be in a strange state when you were sleeping just now. I called you in case something happened."

Yang Liu was just about to get angry because her sleep was disturbed, but after hearing what she said, she realized that her heartbeat was indeed a little unnatural. She reached out and touched the clothes that she had not had time to take off, and they were basically wet. Her head was dizzy and she was about to say something when she realized her throat was dry. As soon as she opened her mouth, she made a hoarse sound similar to the quacking of a duck, and suddenly became dull.

"Are you sick?"

Wen Ya was a little worried and wanted to reach out to touch Yang Liu's forehead. As expected, her palm went through Yang Liu and made him shiver. He immediately felt even more dizzy.

"It seems so. Let me find a thermometer."

Yang Liu threw back the quilt and staggered out of bed with floating steps. One could tell without even measuring that she was sick. Wen Ya wanted to reach out for help but her hands were repeatedly blocked. She stood there in a daze, looking at her hands helplessly. The familiar feeling of powerlessness rose up again and enveloped her.

"Sister Liu, let's go to the hospital and make a phone call?"

Yang Liu had already groped her way to the living room, collapsed weakly on the sofa, and reached under the coffee table to find a thermometer. After hearing Wen Ya's words, she remembered that she hadn't taken her cell phone with her. She pulled the thermometer out of the box and placed it under her armpit before lying down. She covered her forehead with the back of her hand, closed her eyes, and gasped in discomfort.

"I didn't take my phone, and I can't move. So that's it."

Wen Ya was so anxious that she was running around, trying to call someone to help Yang Liu, but she couldn't find anyone to help her. She kept running around, feeling helpless, just like she felt when she saw her family members sad. Would she be sad if she died? Wen Ya thought so.

Yang Liu took out the thermometer and saw that the temperature was nearly 40 degrees. She had a fever suddenly and unexpectedly. There was no medicine at home. Just when Yang Liu felt that she might have a fever and was about to ask the system to get some medicine for emergency, the doorbell rang.

Perhaps because the people in the room didn't react, the doorbell rang many times and someone opened the door directly. Yang Liu leaned on her hands and looked up from the sofa, and she saw her noisy mother in a daze, as if she saw a savior.

"mom......."

Yang Liu's voice was hoarse. Zhang Jing, who had just entered the room, was about to start scolding Yang Liu when she saw that there was someone in the room but the door was not opened for her. However, when she heard Yang Liu's weak voice, she changed the tone and turned the scolding into a question with a scolding connotation.

"You silly girl, huh? You made yourself sick, didn't you? You don't even need to earn money. I told you to be more careful every day."

Zhang dug Yang Liu out from the sofa while cursing at her words. She touched her and found that her body was burning hot. She took a look at the thermometer in her hand and saw that the temperature was 39.8 degrees. This was too much. She immediately helped her up and took her to the hospital.

"I really owe you in my previous life. It's been a lot of work raising you. You're already in your thirties and you don't know how to take care of yourself. When something happens, you still have to call mom."

Zhang didn't look very well. Even though there was concern in her eyes, her frown and harsh words really didn't warm people's hearts.

"Mom, please stop talking."

Yang Liu sat next to Zhang Jing, leaning on her legs. The hospital was a little far from Yang Liu's home, and Yang Liu was almost asleep when they arrived. Zhang Jing helped Yang Liu to the bench and went to register. She quickly examined the patient and gave him an IV drip. It was already early morning when they rested.

Wen Ya followed behind the two of them with a worried look on her face, and only relaxed a little when she saw Yang Liu hanging in the water.

Yang Liu fell asleep while receiving an IV drip. Zhang Jing yawned and sat on a stool beside her. It was almost dawn when the infusion was finished. The alarm clock rang and she was awakened from her dream. Yang Liu's fever had just subsided and she felt weak all over. She glanced at the time and her condition and had to call for leave.

When Zhang Jing saw Yang Liu wake up, she brought her a bowl of breakfast bought at the hospital entrance, a bowl of white porridge with sugar, put it aside, said hello in a hurry, and left because she had something to do.

Yang Liu took a leave and lay down for the whole morning. She went back home at noon. As soon as she entered the room, she took some medicine and fell back on the bed. After sleeping for a long time, Yang Liu felt better. Seeing Wen Ya lying silently on the side, she realized that the little girl was in a bad state and took the initiative to talk to her.

"Wenya, what's wrong? Wasn't yesterday your seventh day of mourning? According to those novels, you should have been reincarnated by now."

Wen Ya was still in a daze. After listening to Yang Liu's words, she looked at her arms and legs spinning in the air again. "I saw them last night. They said that I was still obsessed and couldn't leave."

Wen Ya held her chin with her hand as if she was in some distress. Yang Liu looked at her and nodded as if she understood, then reached out and pulled the quilt up. "Speaking of which, you said before that you remembered something before you died? What was it?"

Yang Liu has recovered a little now and unexpectedly has some free time because of the illness. She remembered the sentence that Wen Ya mentioned during the conversation that day, and asked quickly when no one was around.

"Ah! Well, let me tell you, that night——"

Time goes back to the night before Wen Ya's death. It was a very nice day, and a few scattered stars could be seen in the city, which was rare. The next day was Wen Ya's wedding. She was very anxious and was preparing herself mentally, so she went to bed early. Near ten o'clock, someone came to her door. It was an online friend she had known for a long time. Although they didn't keep in touch much after she graduated and entered the entertainment industry, they were once very good friends. Of course, she warmly welcomed someone who came from afar to celebrate her wedding. Then they drank tea and had snacks together. Wen Ya was afraid of edema because she had to wear a wedding dress and put on makeup the next day, so she was very restrained and basically just chatted.

Yang Liu listened and nodded, then asked, "What happened next?"