MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 61: He looks very familiar

Chapter 61: He looks very familiar

The snowy road stretched out ahead of the carriage, winding its way through towering mountains and hills blanketed in pristine white. The sunlight gleamed off the snow, casting a mesmerizing glow that turned the landscape into something almost magical. Hua Jing couldn’t take her eyes off the scene outside the carriage window.

She had seen her fair share of scenic places in her original world—exotic beaches, sprawling green forests, and glittering cityscapes. Yet, none of those could compare to the untouched purity of this land. Here, there were no skyscrapers blocking the horizon, no cars disturbing the peace, and no pollution dimming the beauty. Everything was pure and untouched, as if the heavens themselves had preserved it just for her to see.

Zhao Yan sat across from her in the carriage, his gaze flickering toward Hua Jing now and then. Her excitement was evident in the way her eyes lit up, and despite himself, a small smile tugged at his lips. She marveled at the beauty outside like a child discovering a new world. Though he didn’t say a word, her energy seemed to rub off on him, bringing a rare sense of lightness to his heart.

The journey was long and tiresome, the rhythmic rocking of the carriage lulling them into a companionable silence. Gradually, Hua Jing’s eyelids grew heavy, and before she realized it, she had fallen asleep, her head resting against the window.

Zhao Yan glanced at her again, his expression softening as he saw her peaceful face. She looked so different from her usual fiery self, her features relaxed and serene. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, but he said nothing, leaning back against his seat as the carriage continued its journey.

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In her sleep, Hua Jing’s mind transported her somewhere else entirely.

She found herself walking, her surroundings unfamiliar yet eerily similar to the dream she had when she fainted not long ago. This time, however, it felt more vivid, more real. She blinked and looked around, her heart thudding as she realized where she was.

Her original world.

The sterile smell of disinfectant filled her nose, and the faint beeping of medical monitors echoed in the air. She turned slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she recognized the hospital room. It was the same one she had seen in her earlier dream, but this time, everything seemed clearer, sharper.

She looked toward the hospital bed, and there she was—her original self. The bandages that had once covered her were gone, and her breathing was steady, though shallow. The pale complexion of her original body made her heart clench, but the sight of her own steady breaths gave her a small sense of relief.

"This again," she murmured to herself, taking cautious steps toward the bed.

Her fingers hovered over the edge of the blanket, but she didn’t touch it. It felt strange, seeing herself like this, as though she were both an observer and a ghost in the same space.

Her eyes darted around the room, scanning every detail. It was just as she remembered—white walls, cold tiles, and machines beeping rhythmically. But there was one thing different this time.

The room was empty.

Hua Ling was nowhere to be seen. Neither were the doctors or nurses who had once crowded the room. It was eerily silent, the only sound coming from the steady hum of the monitors.

Frowning, Hua Jing turned toward the door, half expecting someone to walk in. But no one came.

She took a tentative step toward the door, her heart pounding for reasons she couldn’t explain. Something felt off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

"What is this?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the oppressive silence.

Her hand reached out to touch the doorframe, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. She hesitated, glancing back at her body on the bed, then turned her gaze forward again.

Just then, she heard something outside and turned her head.

Footsteps...

Hua Jing stood still, her eyes darting to the door as muffled voices filtered through the silence.

Outside, she could hear hurried footsteps and an urgent exchange between a doctor and a nurse.

"Dr. Zhang, the patient in room 25 is crashing!" The nurse’s tone was sharp, rushed, as though the situation were spiraling out of control.

"Crashing?" the doctor replied, clearly alarmed. "What do you mean? His vitals were stable just now!"

"I don’t know what happened," the nurse stammered, "but it’s bad. He was fine earlier, but now his condition’s rapidly deteriorating!"

Hua Jing felt her own heart hammer against her chest, a strange sense of unease washing over her. Her fingers twitched at her sides as the voices faded momentarily, replaced by the sound of hurried footsteps heading down the hallway.

She turned toward the door, her instincts screaming at her to follow, to find out what was happening. But there was a problem—she wasn’t exactly corporeal.

Her gaze flickered to the solid door, and then an idea struck her.

"I passed through walls earlier, didn’t I?" she whispered to herself.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward cautiously, half-expecting to collide with the door. But just as before, her body slid through the solid surface effortlessly, leaving her standing in the bustling corridor beyond.

The chaos outside was startling. Nurses were running, their faces pale with urgency, while doctors barked orders as they hurried toward room 25. Hua Jing stood amidst the commotion, unnoticed, her heart racing as the sense of foreboding grew stronger.

Without hesitation, she followed the crowd.

The hallway seemed longer than it should have been, every step dragging as the tension in her chest built. She felt drawn to whatever was happening in that room, though she couldn’t explain why.

Room 25.

It was just next to her own hospital room.

She blinked in confusion, her eyes narrowing at the sheer coincidence of it all.

The medical staff burst into the room, the door swinging wide open. Hua Jing stopped just outside, peering in.

The bed inside was surrounded by a flurry of activity. Doctors leaned over a still figure, barking commands at one another as machines beeped frantically.

Hua Jing’s eyes locked on the figure lying on the bed. She couldn’t see much—just a pale hand resting limply by the side, and the faintest glimpse of a face obscured by shadows.

And yet...

Hua Jing’s body jolted!

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