The little boy listened obediently.
Yvette said, "First of all, you have to hold this tree tightly. Don't fall asleep. As long as you hold on, someone will definitely come to save you. No one will give up on you!"
"Okay."
"Also, when you hear sounds, raise that red scarf so people will see you. Do you understand?"
Nim nodded vigorously.
It was as if she had fallen into a quagmire. The pressure made Yvette weaker and weaker.
It was like all her breathing had been squeezed out.
Yvette opened her mouth slightly and said in a hoarse voice.
"Nim, if you see a little girl called Belle, that's my daughter.
"Tell her that her mother loves her very much.
"She has always been my pride. I'm very happy that she came into my world..."
Yvette's voice became softer and softer.
Yvette's mind was invaded by darkness, and her breathing seemed to be stripped away.
Her body could no longer exert any strength.
