After a year, Su Youzhu returned to that stormy highway again. Cold rain fell on her face, and before her eyes, flames soared as willow trees swayed in the wind.
Yes, that desperate highway was also her nightmare.
Forgotten memories surged back like a tide, fragmented images reorganized once more. She clearly remembered herself passing through the burning sea of flames, rescuing the dying boy from the collapsed car, desperately pouring Life Medicine Liquid into his mouth, calling his name.
Yet even so, she could not save his life, feeling an unprecedented sense of helplessness and despair. She could still remember that face stained with blood, and eyes trying hard to stay open.
She could only hold him tightly, attempting to warm him with the softness of her chest.
"Be good, close your eyes. We won't look, let's not look, okay?"
