But I didn't die.

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

I sat steadily on a flower bed in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

I took out my phone and opened the classmate group.

No chat records.

Then I found the family group.

[Does anyone know where my parents went?]

Sent.

The network signal was restored.

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

[Our whole family went to attend the funeral.

]

[Who passed away?]

[A young girl.]

Oh.

Seems like a distant relative.

I walked to the intersection and shook my phone.

The phone didn't vibrate.

No fog, no man holding his heart.

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.

Good, everything is back to normal.

Perhaps I should go see a psychologist, maybe I have developed hysteria.