She quickly crawled next to him, "Han Jingnian?"
"Han Jingnian, are you okay?"
As she called out to him, she started to check his body. His chest was rising and falling heavily, his shirt, drenched in cold sweat, seemed as if it had been soaked in water, so wet that it could be wrung out.
He was shivering intensely, muttering something, his voice low, but his tone was suddenly sharp, suddenly melancholy.
"Dad, dad... don't leave me... I'm scared..."
"No, it's not like that... they didn't die because of me..."
"I'm sorry, dad, mom, elder brother, it was me who harmed you, it was me who killed you..."
"That's nonsense! You're talking nonsense! I'm not a star of calamity! I didn't bring bad luck to this family! No, not at all! None of this is my fault! It's not because of me!"
As Han Jingnian spoke, he seemed on the verge of collapse, becoming intensely agitated.
