The young body of 202 was filled with tubes of various thicknesses behind the glass.

Tears streamed down my face without stopping.

In my tear-filled eyes, another figure suddenly reflected on the glass.

With a face exactly like mine.

She asked, "What's wrong? Do you regret it?"

I shook my head and a faint smile appeared on my lips, "She is so kind and pure. It's better for her to be a vegetable, free from the contamination of the impurities in the world."