Wan Donglin tiptoed in and walked up to her, but she was still dozing. The sunset outside the window cast its glow on her face, subtly revealing bluish veins, her skin white and almost transparent. Her long eyelashes drooped like a butterfly too tired to flap its wings, momentarily resting among the flowers in a tiny reprieve.
He thought, very few people have such complex experiences in such a short life: family upheaval, losing a mother, facing life and death several times... especially the last time narrowly escaping a plane crash... If a person has died so many times, would their mindset undergo massive fluctuations?
Especially that thwarted plane crash, every time he thought of it, he felt a lingering fear, with a faint pain in his chest—it's true, a person can make a thousand mistakes and still be forgiven, but sometimes, one straw can break the camel's back.
Even though in the past he often disappeared, not showing up for long periods, she could understand it all.
