Xin Xiaozhen opened her eyes, groggy as she surveyed the surroundings. Instinctively, she tried to sit up but realized an overwhelming ache coursed through her body, as if her muscles had been torn and her bones pulled apart. Dazed for a moment, she slowly pieced together her thoughts—last night.
The final memory lingering in her mind was the moment she grasped his hand, "Chenxi… don't forget me… You are my love… You must remember me..."
That time, he didn't refuse her. His fingers entwined tightly with hers, as though their two hearts were fused together.
In that fleeting moment, she gazed quietly at him, her face blooming with a radiant smile—filled with happiness and contentment. The way she looked at him spoke volumes; her eyes brimmed with passion, devotion, and focus. It was as though she were staring at the sole purpose of her life, her faith, her everything.
