She Had Seven Days with Him, and I Had Seven Days Left Chapter 05

When Vivian walked into the room, I suddenly felt a weightlessness as my soul drifted out of my body.

I was hovering near the ceiling.

“Daniel, stop playing games. I’m already here,” Vivian said, a relaxed smile on her face as

indulging a childish prank.

But the moment her eyes landed on the deep pool of crimson on the bed, her steps faltered. She stopped in her tracks, hesitating for a few seconds.

“What are you doing? Someone told me Daniel was in this room. Where is he?”

The medical staff exchanged solemn looks, then glanced back at my mangled body on the bed.

After a heavy silence, one of them spoke up gently. “I’m sorry. We did everything we could. Mr. Brooks is gone.”

Vivian’s face went completely pale.

A forced smile twitched at the corner of her lips as she asked coldly, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Are you Ms. Hartwell? When Mr. Brooks was in the crash, we tried calling you, but you didn’t

believe us… Please accept our condolences.”

The medical team stepped aside, giving her space.

Vivian’s legs seemed laden with lead. Her movements were agonizingly heavy as she dragged herself forward step by step.

The moment my body came into full view, her eyes turned bloodshot.

She collapsed by the bed, falling hard onto her knees as a gutted cry broke from her throat. “Daniel! Daniel… wake up! Please, wake up! Daniel, are you mad at me for ignoring you these past few days? If you’re angry, just yell at me, please!”

She sobbed hysterically,

A dull ache throbbed in my chest. But what puzzled me was why I was still here.

By rights, once my physical body died in this world, I should have been transported back to my

home world immediately.

The next second, an emergency alarm blared in my head, followed by a system status update.

“We deeply apologize, Daniel. A transfer fault has occurred during transit. We are currently recalibrating and cannot send you back to your home world immediately.

“You will need to remain here in spirit form for two days. If you can gather enough remorse points within these 48 hours, the system will ensure your body in the home world recovers to full hearth

upon your return.”

Gather remorse points?

I blinked, instinctively glancing down at Vivian, who had cried until she passed out.

I thought to myself that she might regret this now but probably not for long.

After all, she had a long line of young boyfriends waiting for her. My death would only grant her complete freedom.

Still, if I could endure these two days and earn a chance at a healthy body back home, it would all be

worth it.

When Vivian regained consciousness after fainting, she tumbled straight off the hospital bed.

“Where’s Daniel? Where is he?” she screamed in sheer panic as she grabbed a nurse passing by.

Frightened, the nurse quickly guided her to the hospital morgue. My body lay there silently on the cold morgue slab, stiff and lifeless.

Vivian threw herself over me, cupping my face in her hands again and again.

Hot tears fell onto my face. Somehow, they sent waves of cold through my soul.

Immediately, I heard a voice in my head. “Remorse level: 30 percent.”

Vivian wept for a long time.

Fearing for her health, the nurse tried to persuade her to step outside, but she refused to budge.

Just then, her phone rang,

Vivian looked numb. When she saw Nathan’s name on the caller ID, her eyes flickered, a hint of coldness flashing in them.

When she answered, Nathan’s cheerful voice echoed through the line, “Vivian, didn’t you say that if Daniel was just faking an accident, you’d stay with me for another seven days?

Why haven’t you come back yet? Is he clinging to you again? Vivian, you’re such a great woman. He doesn’t deserve you at all. He only keeps you around by acting clingy and desperate. Why don’t you just dump him…”

He rambled on, getting bolder by the second, but Vivian didn’t interrupt.

Only after he’d talked himself hoarse and started feeling uneasy did he ask, “Vivian? Are you listening?”

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