The light was soft.
Clive had taken off his shirt and lay on the bed, while Audrey gently applied medicine for him.
Her father really had a heavy hand; there were more than five or six punches on his back, each one landing flesh, bruised in patches, some even mottled with red bloodstains.
At the same time, she also clearly saw the five gunshot scars on his back, and there were marks on his arm too.
The more she applied the medicine, the more her vision blurred...
On the cliff, the young boy tightly held the little girl, saying, "Don't be afraid, no more danger."
The boy added, "Stand firm, don't move!"
The boy also said, "Look into my eyes... if I'm not here, would you dare to stand here alone?"
The boy finally said, "Stand firm, don't move. Definitely, don't move."
As the boy fell into the abyss, Audrey let out an 'ah' and closed her eyes.
Hearing her gentle 'ah', Clive turned his head to look at her and asked, "Audrey?"
Upon hearing the call, she opened her eyes...
