Inside the spacious special ward, two beds were set up. Zhang Ziwen, his face pale, lay motionless on one of them, wearing a breathing mask. The faintly flickering light on the heart monitor indicated that he was still alive, yet that light was but a breath away from becoming a straight line. On the second bed, Song Lin lay on her side so she could look at Zhang Ziwen and the flickering light. Her beautiful eyes watched Zhang Ziwen's lifeless body; she would continue to watch him, no matter what happened. She had made an agreement with the doctors to stay with him and as a result, her other arm was currently receiving an infusion that was slowly transmitting life-sustaining fluid into her veins. However, she knew all too well that as soon as the flickering light signaling life disappeared, her life would end as well...