In the past, her fear was simply of death, of losing her own life. But now, it was different. She was more afraid of losing something more significant than life itself -- losing a man who was very, very good to her. It was as if the world was slowly and gradually collapsing before her eyes. The fear did not come suddenly, but rather, it was slowly consuming her body and mind.
Whimpering… whimpering...
She mustn't cry, crying doesn't solve problems.
Shaocheng, you're holding me this tightly because of your promise to me, aren't you?
A promise worth its weight in gold, isn't it?
You can break your promise, I won't blame you. I'd rather you let go of me. I won't ask you to do things like this for me anymore. Please give me some strength and courage. Can you let me protect you?
