Plane crash? The plane fell into the sea? Only three survivors? Everyone else died?

She must be dreaming again, another new nightmare.

When she wakes up, nothing will have happened.

At that time, she would receive a call from Matthew Saxon, telling her he had arrived safely, and then telling her everything went smoothly, and he would immediately book a flight to Y Country to find her.

"Scarlett, you can’t go on like this, your health will deteriorate."

Seeing her best friend lying half-dead on the bed, as if she’d lost her soul, not crying, not laughing, not making a fuss or a noise, looking lifeless, Stella Nelson felt very uncomfortable.

No one expected that the plane Matthew Saxon was on would crash.

The news came yesterday, and it was said that later three survivors were found, one seriously injured, and two lightly injured.

As for the other people on the plane, they weren’t so lucky; if they weren’t crashed to death, they drowned.

It’s said that when the search fleet arrived, they saw bodies floating all over the sea, some bodies so swollen from the seawater that they couldn’t be identified by appearance.

Other bodies were even more unfortunate; even in death, they couldn’t avoid misfortune, being nibbled on by fish in the sea, missing limbs.

That part of the sea, the water was stained red with blood.

Including the flight crew that day, there were a total of 213 people on the crashed plane.

But only 200 bodies were salvaged.

The rest couldn’t be found, and many people speculated that the bodies were either eaten by sharks or sank to the depths of the ocean.

No matter the outcome, they would eventually become food for the fish.

The worst news was that Matthew Saxon and Alice Green were among the 13 missing bodies.

Which means, even if Matthew Saxon died, they couldn’t even find his body, and he would ultimately face being devoured by the fish.

Such a cruel ending.

Thinking of this, Stella Nelson felt even more sorrowful.

The first image that flashed in her mind was of Matthew Saxon’s handsome, almost demon-like face, such an exquisitely crafted face, made meticulously by God, yet in the end...

No one had told Scarlett Yates this cruel news yet.

The blow to her was too great; she had a fever all night and received an IV drip for a whole day and night. It was just two hours ago that her fever subsided and she woke up.

After waking up, she seemed dazed, said nothing, just stared at the ceiling, motionless.

Stella Nelson knew Scarlett Yates liked Matthew Saxon, but she didn’t realize she was so deeply involved.

Matthew Saxon’s death was too big a blow for her. Although she was lying there, her soul seemed to have left with Matthew Saxon.

Stella Nelson was really worried about her.

She was afraid Scarlett Yates might have thoughts of ending it all, though the possibility was slim, but in the face of such overwhelming pain, losing sanity momentarily was possible.

She didn’t know how to console her; in such situations, nothing seemed to work.

Everyone knows the dead can’t come back to life, everyone understands that when you encounter the unchangeable, you can only accept it in silence, no matter how difficult or painful the process, life still has to go on.

But these truths that everyone understands and can speak of are challenging to truly implement.

She wanted to change Scarlett Yates’s current state, but these truths wouldn’t work, unless she could give her some hope, even just a tiny bit of hope would be better.