"Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun..."
In a daze, a voice was calling her, a voice seemingly from heaven, distant and blurry, like a hallucination. Yes, it was the voice she loved, it was Ye Mo...
She struggled to open her eyes, surrounded entirely by white light, with only Ye Mo's face so clear.
"Ye... Mo..." she weakly murmured his name.
"Xiao Yun, it's me... you must pull through, you have to pull through..."
He held her hand, placed it on his face, and looked at her anxiously...
"Ye Mo... is this a dream?"
"This is not a dream, it's me, I've come to see you, I'm right here beside you, you must pull through!"
Xiao Yun's face showed a feeble smile. She could feel the warmth of life slowly peeling away from her body. She had to say everything in her heart while she was still clear-headed.
