Keyon, leaning against the wall, walked step by step into the emergency room.
A small, frail figure lay on the operating table, lifeless.
If it hadn't been for the moving eyes hidden under long lashes, she would have seemed already gone.
The blood on her face had been wiped clean, revealing a sickly pale face.
She was as beautiful as ever, like a flower growing by the spring, radiating a dazzling light.
"Alla..."
Keyon knelt on one knee in front of the operating table, bent down, lowered his voice, and gently called her name in her ear.
Such a gentle tremor in his voice brought back Alla's fading consciousness.
She slowly opened her exhausted eyes, wanting to take a last look at Ricky, but she couldn't see anything.
"Ri…cky…"
She uttered two words with difficulty, her consciousness unclear, her voice blurred.
He leaned in close to her lips, and only then could he hear clearly that she was calling his name.
