A sense of foreboding sprouted in her heart, the kind of panic that comes when the mystery you've been puzzling over is about to be unveiled, inching closer to the truth. It filled her mind completely.
There were two nurses in the ambulance, one was injecting the woman with a syringe, while the other was testing her heart rate.
Gu Nanqiao sat beside them, occasionally supporting them, pressing down on the woman's arm to keep her from moving about.
The woman, in a daze, clenched her hand tightly, with a force as if clinging to her last redemption.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she repeated these three words over and over, incessantly.
Though her words were incomplete, continuously breaking off, the pain and struggle that seeped through her tone betrayed her state of mind completely.
Gu Nanqiao's breathing became slightly erratic, her gaze fixed on the woman's face and did not leave for a long time.
