I was still sobbing, clinging to Yichen's chest like my mind depended on it.
I don't know why I said such words but it was the truth.
My body trembled at the thought of dying, that was when it hit me, perhaps my body had unconsciously made that my trauma. Now, I was having a panic attack and crying in the arms of my husband.
But I was too happy to see him, too relieved that nothing else mattered.
I hate to admit that he was right, I would have waited for him to get everything under control, but I just had to walk into a dangerous situation.
If Yichen was a least bit late, or if he didn't pick up the call, there would be a bullet in my heart right now, and perhaps no would even realize that I died or how I died. If Yichen didn't return home, would he even know I died?
The news must have come to him late. But he wouldn't mourn me.
