Her entire body froze, the voice was faint, yet it coiled tightly around her heart, those few fleeting words etched onto her mind.
The voice was so familiar and profound.
... In the end, she really couldn't hold on any longer, her eyes slowly closed, and in that last moment, she thought, he must survive.
Tang Si, you must survive.
When Song Yi was rescued from the fire scene, she was carried out by a firefighter, her long hair drifting with the movement, her eyes tightly shut, her delicate, charming face stained with blood, her body mottled and filthy.
Yet, there was a certain messy beauty to it, decadent and dark...
...
Song Yi woke up the next day, her eyes opening to a sea of white, the air filled with the smell of disinfectant and the beeping of machines.
She moved her hand, an IV drip stuck in it, her whole body felt as if it had fallen apart, especially her throat and lungs, which seemed to still carry the scent of burning.
