Howard POV：
When Gina appeared in front of me, I thought it was an illusion.
After all, I had, with my own eyes, seen Gina die in front of me.
So, who was this woman in front of me now?
Maybe it was because I was so grief-stricken before that I had the illusion of seeing Gina like this.
I forced myself to wake up a little.
But the woman in front of me still didn't disappear.
I looked at her warily and said, "You are not Kayla, nor are you Gina; they are both dead. Who the hell are you?"
"No, Howard, I'm Gina," the woman in front of me took two steps towards me and stopped again, her face full of sadness, a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth, "but you're right, I'm indeed dead. What you see now is just my soul."
"Your soul?" I didn't quite understand what she meant.
"Yes, my
