Although I knew this day would eventually come, Li Sihe's health has been poor for quite some time now, I should have been mentally prepared for it, but I'm still deeply trapped in this painful emotion...
This is a feeling I haven't experienced in a very long time, death feels so close to me.
So close that even breathing seems to sting with difficulty.
The hospital ward is filled with the strong smell of disinfectant; Bian Yue stands in front of the operating room, looking at the constantly bright surgical lights, feeling a sticky sweat in her palms. Her heart is making a racket, beating nervously in a place unknown to others.
Meanwhile, Su Youxue is crouching aside, crying. Her shoulders shiver continuously as if she's at her last gasp and about to shatter.
Bian Yue knows that facing loss is a very painful extreme punishment, yet she has no comforting words to say.
In the hallway, there's only the choked weeping of Su Youxue, restrained and suppressed...
