At Qianmo's request, she was brought into the emergency room after she gave her blood for testing and crossmatching. Seeing the man in a coma on the bed, she felt her heart dropping to the bottom of the abyss.
She walked up to him and took hold of his hands gently. His hands had never been so icy before. Instead, they were always full of warmth, and she had them in the darkest time of her life, like the moon guiding her on her journey. As the chill went directly into her heart from their crossed fingers, she felt her soul pierced with agony. She squeezed his hands, trying hard to drive away the nightmarish coldness.
He had to get better. He must get better.
