When Gu Ningyi arrived at the hospital, Dong Xin Yan's petite body was curled up in a corner. She squatted there, arms wrapped around her knees, her face as pale as a sheet of paper, her expression frozen and dazed, yet her eyes were filled with utter confusion.
Her hands, her clothes, were stained with blood, the blood already dried yet still shockingly bright red.
Gu Ningyi's footsteps involuntarily became lighter and slower.
Step by step, he walked very slowly to Dong Xin Yan's front, stopped, squatted down, and his voice was very low, very gentle, as if afraid to startle her, "Xinyan...."
His hand slowly reached out and gently grasped her shoulder.
But Dong Xin Yan seemed as if she couldn't hear anything, still in a daze, completely sealing herself in her own world.
