Drip, drip, drip
Seeing the blood flow out of Erwin's abdomen, Laura felt nauseous and wanted to turn her back. But seeing the wounded Erwin, who had a sword pierced into him, made Laura unmoveable.
Laura watched the blood dripping onto the floor as the man who stabbed Erwin flee, leaving the sword pierced in Erwin's abdomen.
As her legs trembled, walking to the injured man, and her voice trembling, she asked, "What do I do here?"
While Erwin's breath cut short and his vision started to blur. With a sword stabbed into him and losing countless blood surely, he knew that it was the end for him. Erwin knew that, and yet, he felt regret in him.
Laura's hand trembled, looking at the sword, half-pierced into Erwin. There was no chance for Erwin to survive this. Even if he did, he might be in a coma forever. Laura felt a hand stroking her cheek, and as she looked at, she saw Erwin smiling.
