Xiu Xi followed orders with a heavy heart, but Ruan Jiaojiao still felt terrible, struggling to breathe, and desperately pulling at her chest.
She felt like she might die, that she really might die.
Weakly leaning against Xiu Xi, her head felt too heavy to lift, fear mingled with despair, and tears trickled down the corners of her eyes.
Never before had she felt the threat of death so clearly, nor her own fear of it.
By the time the car arrived at the hospital, her consciousness was already fading.
She felt as if she was being lifted, with many people bustling around her, the noise overwhelming.
She tried hard to lift her head, wanting to open her eyes and recognize her surroundings, but she couldn't clearly see the faces in front of her.
Vaguely, she sensed Shu Jiao holding her hand, a warm touch landing on her face.
Despairingly, she gazed at that blurry figure, pleading unconsciously: "Mom, I can't breathe, save me, save me..."
