"Those were clearly experiences we shared together..." Liu Yi's outstretched hand was caught by her father. Her father, having just returned from a phone call, looked in poor spirits and eyed Gao Ming with great wariness.
"I really saw it, you can vouch for me, right?" Liu Yi, in her wheelchair, tightly grasped Gao Ming's arm, as if she was sinking into a deep sea and clinging to the only rope available.
She looked more beautiful than ever, as if she had returned to her childhood. Sometimes, falling into madness is like reverting to childhood; a child's soul certainly can't fit into adult attire.
"Let go, Liu Yi!" Both her father and mother wanted Liu Yi to release her grip. Doctors and orderlies moved the wheelchair, trying to push her away.
"Gao Ming, Gao Ming!"
The wounds on her body continued to worsen, the blood soaking her clothes as Gao Ming looked at the close-up Liu Yi.
