She could hear the sound of gunshots. Blood was everywhere, dying her entire vision red, suffocating her so much that she almost couldn't breathe. With that, she woke up.
"Did I wake you up, Sister? I am sorry, I came to change the wound's dressing." Mu Qing said guiltily.
Shangguan Ning looked expressionlessly at Jing Yiran who was standing behind Mu Qing and said softly, "It is okay, I wasn't sleeping. Give me the dressing, I can change it for him."
Mu Qing didn't insist. Instead, he gave it to Shangguan Ning.
The blood splatter on Shangguan Ning's face had been washed away. But she was still wearing the purple dress which she had worn, the previous day. The dress was creased, and the blood stains on the dress had turned into dried flakes. She looked messy.
She stood up and extended her hand to reach for the plate in which the gauze and medicine were lying.
