Ye Ning saw it and shook with urgency again. She pressed down with both hands, and watched as the deep red liquid ceaselessly flowed from between her fingers. For the first time, she felt truly helpless.
"Don't talk anymore, they've already called for an ambulance," she said.
"It's... it's no use, Ye Ning, do you... do you still hate me?"
In the end, she asked that question, the one she had once been too proud, too full of hate and unwillingness, to ask. Now, as she faced leaving this world, she finally posed the question.
Ye Ning turned her head away...
Of course, she hated. She was no saint. It was because of her that her whole life had been ruined, that she had been sent to prison. How could she not hate?
She didn't look at her, beginning to turn towards to the people behind her in the hotel, "Where's the doctor? Has the doctor arrived yet?"
