Gu Jiangnian held her hand, calling her with deep urgency.
Tears stained her face, and blood flowed backward over the back of her hand.
Gu Jiangnian pressed her hand down on the bed, trying to make her relax. He softly called her name, each utterance more tender than the last. Muwan lay on the bed, still frightened from the dream she had just escaped, unable to tell if the scene before her eyes was reality or still a dream.
She looked at Gu Jiangnian, gripping his hand without any intention of letting go, her bleary eyes resembling those of a person who, after being lost for a long time, had finally found their direction.
The struggle raged on for an extended time.
Despite Gu Jiangnian standing beside her, calling her with a tender voice, it was in vain.
She was like a person standing at a crossroads, poised between heaven and hell, with Gu Jiangnian being the only one who could take her to heaven.
He was redemption, liberation, and hope.
