The next day, the first light of dawn tinged the sky.
On the hospital bed, Chiyin frowned tightly, his forehead dotted with dense cold sweat, and his cracked lips parted slightly as he mumbled something.
He was trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't awaken.
In his dream, there was a barren plain, frozen and endless.
Amid the vast expanse of snow, he saw a figure so familiar it was etched in his bones, standing in the snow, looking around blankly, like a child who couldn't find home.
At first, she appeared calm, but gradually, after hitting dead ends on all sides, she sat down and began to cry.
Her slender shoulders shook slightly, and her sobs were intermittent, like a child abandoned, filled with extreme grievance.
Yet he was pinned in place by an invisible force, only able to see her back and hear her cries, and he felt his own heart wrenching in the same spasmodic pain.
