She tried to take big gulps of air, her chest felt so stuffy and she found it hard to breathe, yet the smile on her face was blooming so beautifully, so tenderly, so gently that even though her face was deadly pale and her whole body was covered in blood, it added a tinge of fragility that made one's heart ached.
"Yu Jian…"
"Don't speak." His voice was raspy and weak, but the relief was evident. "Your heart...stopped beating a while ago." He was trembling as he spoke. Even remembering it gave him lingering fear.
She blinked slowly.
That's right, by the amount of blood she shed and the time it was aired in a cold, chilling temperature, it wasn't exaggerating to say that she would be dead. But then? How did she come alive again?
Her thoughts drifted to the monk that sat below the Bodhi tree.
Subconsciously, her palm tightened yet she didn't found the Bodhi tree seedling that she was clutching before.
