Uncertain how much ti had passed, the blue-haired girl slowly awoke from her coma, intense dizziness accompanied by ringing in her ears, the whole world seed to spin, and mosquito-like black spots floated across her retinas.
Beep—Beep—
The instrunts beside her recorded the girl's gradually stabilizing vital signs. Tang Xin didn't know why but felt an overwhelming urge to cry out loud, as if she had sung an incredibly sad, heavy song in a dream, with everyone leaving her.
An indescribable heaviness weighed on the girl's heart, perhaps from a physiological stimulus, tears welled up uncontrollably at the corners of her eyes. As she struggled to hold back the tears and tried to brush them away, she discovered the tubes connecting her arms that maintained her life, and the unsightly scars from burns deeply stung her eyes.
She really wanted to cry, truly wanted to cry. Why was she so sad, so upset?
She recalled everything that had happened on the island, how she seed to have been saved by soone in the end.
Tang Xin sat up, leaning her body, fingertips resting on her slender neck, feeling the bandages that reeked of dication. Comparing with the mirror at the head of her bed, she pulled down the bandage a bit to see a ferocious penetrating wound, and herself, so thin she was out of shape. She was terrified and wanted to cry out, but could only make a few low, hoarse, unpleasant sounds.
This change in her body brought unprecedented fear upon the girl. She tried to sing familiar songs, but her throat seed disobedient, hoarse and sore. In her struggle, she fell off the hospital bed, crashing onto the ground. The nurse on duty outside the door saw this and quickly opened the door and ran in:
"Ms. Tang Xin, you're awake?"
The nurse returned Tang Xin to her bed, simultaneously pressing the red button at the head of the bed. In no ti, doctors in various attires with beak-shaped masks entered the ward, holding record boards and noting down the girl's current physiological condition.
Through the conversations of these people, Tang Xin gradually cald down, roughly understanding her situation. She was currently in a private hospital of Life Daylight and had been unconscious for nearly three days, sustaining her life solely by IV drip, with her life once precariously close to the brink of danger.
A tiny scar marked her right cheek, a souvenir from her struggle with the White Snake. Her entire left arm had been severely burned, barely saved through intensive treatnt, preserving the almost necrotic nerves and blood vessels. The burned skin would never heal, and most of the multiple gunshot wounds on her body were life-threatening. It was only through repeatedly using the hydrotherapy skill on herself, in her unconsciousness, like a doll stitching up its damaged body, that she stabilized her vitals.
When discussing the penetrating wound on her neck, all the doctors simultaneously fell into silence. Tang Xin learned the truth; her vocal cords were severely damaged, with only a very slim chance of regaining speech ability after recovery, and most likely would leave aftereffects.
All the physicians expected the girl to throw a fit or cause a scene, but she did not. After experiencing the initial bewildernt upon awakening, Tang Xin consistently appeared very calm, rely leaning against the headboard of the bed, silently watching the plum tree outside the window; it was already the season for plum blossoms to bloom.
With two months left until the new year, she recalled the words of a golden-haired girl, who promised to accompany her through the New Year, to sit on the Ferris wheel, stroll hand in hand along the Aegean River, and finally walk to the New Year square, welcoming the new year amidst the crowd's countdown.
She very much wanted to inquire about Xu Xiaoyou's situation, but no matter how she lifted the small drawing board handed by the doctors, attempting to write sothing, they rely shook their heads, advising her to rest well at this ti.
In the end, unable to overco the doctors' persistence, Tang Xin gave up. She pulled up the quilt, a profound sense of solitude enveloping her. There, during a night also under the Star of Art, she felt like she was back in the past, with the festive season outside and herself alone in a corner of the city, facing the cara and playing and singing in the cold.
Her curtain had also been damaged during the fight; for so reason, the hollowness within made her desperately want to hear Xu Xiaoyou's voice at this mont.
Had she ultimately helped You? Where was the other person now, did they know she had awoken? Would they co to visit her?
Would they... despise her current self?
She couldn't even sing now, coupled with these unsightly scars, her popularity would likely plumt compared to before, right?
What was she thinking now, her mind uncontrollably pondering such things, Tang Xin shook her head, turning on the television, this being her only channel to understand the outside world.
"Art Star Talk Show, Your Moon, My Heart..."
Tang Xin picked up the remote to change the channel.
"Awaken your soul with lody, let rhythm ignite your passion, don't let the corners of the city at night remain silent..."
Changed the channel.
"The fourth performance of the lancholy Girl Band was hugely successful, as seen, the fans below the stage were very enthusiastic."
Seeing the bright, lively, and adorable light pink-haired girl on stage, Tang Xin was montarily stunned, continuing to choose to change the channel. Regardless of family politics or newly released "Starry lody," she wasn't interested; she just wanted to know the final situation on the island.
Eventually, she found what she wanted on Lindong's radio station, seeing the entire Special Sixth Class facing the interview journalist with infectiously smiling faces, it was they who had successfully ended the Siren King on the island in the end, terminating the occurrence of the Siren Miracle, sealing the Siren King back to the seabed with an Anchor Point.
Tang Xin had seen all of the mbers of Special Sixth Class before, yet despite the news showing people whose appearances and temperants matched those she had previously t, there was an unexplainable strangeness about them, as if their eyes lacked so… spirit?
The reporter posed a question at this ti, "To all of you, can you provide subjective thoughts regarding the authenticity of the following video?"
The radio broadcasted a video segnt, featuring a golden figure wearing a mask, cloaked in a gray-black robe, wielding a black twin blade. The figure moved with an almost demonic charm, the blade's light densely woven, completely suppressing and critically injuring the Siren King.
Tang Xin couldn't confirm this figure, but her heart pounded, racing rapidly, passionately, like the dance party on the yacht, where the golden-haired girl took her hand, wrapped her arm around her waist, and whispered intimately.
After this video release, it sparked a wave of "Dark Gold Rose" fever on the Star of Art. Most people recognized the mysterious Prism Tier Cleaner.
Online discussions regarding "Dark Gold Rose" were refreshed by thousands every minute; various dolls and related rchandise were launched, fan creations were overwhelming. For most young people, it was their first lifeti occasion to witness a Prism Tier Cleaner's battle appearance, perfectly matching their inner aspirations.
Such mystery, strength, beauty, detached from worldly affairs, leaving after critically injuring the Siren King, deeply concealing one's achievents and fa, regardless of how the news reported, they all firmly believed that "Dark Gold Rose" was the true vanquisher of the Siren King, the torch bringing hope and light to people.
Dark Gold Rose, Xu Xiaoyou...
Tang Xin's gaze beca unfocused, realizing that the person had already left the Star of Art, hadn't they?
Keen pain spread in Tang Xin's heart, she began to reject everything concerning the girl, all the beautiful mories, the experiences of being together, the hand-in-hand rests in the afternoon, the promises made. Inexpressible emotions overwheld her, unable to hold back tears any longer; in the empty hospital room, the girl wept silently, one scalding tear after another dropping, soaking the sheets.
Even though the other person was rely a passerby in her life, left an unforgettable sight, why would it be so painful when they left? So suffocating that she couldn't breathe, unable to control her tears?
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