Quickly, she withdrew her hand, unknowingly caressing the little needle pouch on her waist.
Isn't it the case that no one in this world can deprive another of the right to live?
All lives are the same, no one's is more valuable, and no one's less. Living is not easy, yet everyone wants to, everyone is willing to carry on.
And in those final moments, how many yearn for just a sliver more of time, even if it were just a second.
She bowed her head and lightly brushed the warm face of the tiny infant once more.
She then took the needle pouch from her waist, selected the longest needle from it and, with a slight flick and press of her fingers, instantly inserted it into the child's skull.
In a miraculous turn, the child's bluish-purple face slightly lessened in color, and it seemed as if his tiny breath wavered.
Tang Yuxin inserted a few more needles. From afar, the sound of footsteps could be heard, steadily increasing and getting closer.
That person had returned.
