But I didn't die.

The fog cleared, and the night road became bustling with traffic again.

I sat steadily on a flowerbed in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

I took out my phone and opened the classmates' group.

No chat history.

Then I found the family group.

[Does anyone know where my parents went?]

Sent.

The network regained signal.

Almost immediately, I received a reply from my eldest aunt.

[Our whole family went to attend the funeral.

]

[Who passed away?]

[A little girl.]

Oh.

Seems like a distant relative.

I walked to the intersection and shook my phone.

No vibration.

No fog, and no man holding his heart appeared.

Good.

It seems that I have returned to reality.

I breathed a sigh of relief, hailed a taxi, and went home.

The driver asked me to scan the health code.

Nucleic acid test results in 2 days.

Great, everything is back to normal.

Perhaps I should see a psychiatrist, maybe I have developed hysteria.