The empty darkness of the night had finally veiled across the sky, but the break of dawn was still hours away.
When tomorrow arrives...
Will the sun still rise?
Will the dawn still come?
Will I still be alive?
When Yan Huan weakly opened her eyes again, she was still in the same posture as the one she was in initially. The intense pain in her waist remained, so even a normal gasp of air would send an excruciating pain to her ribs, as though a spike had pierced her heart.
It was so agonizing and unbearable, she wanted to bawl her eyes out.
She slowly placed the back of her hand on her mouth, and bit it forcefully. She did not cry, but she could not help but let out a bitter moan like a helpless little creature, as her tears cascaded down the side of her cheeks.
