She was like a madwoman, ignoring the pain all over her body, crawling up from the ground, stumbling as she ran towards Cheng Ziyang. Her steps were unsteady. Such a short distance, yet she fell several times. Finally pushing through the crowd, she stood there, looking at the man on the ground.
All she saw was a bright red pool of blood, continuously flowing out from Cheng Ziyang's body, gradually staining the ground red.
He lay there with his eyes closed, so quietly within the blood, so quiet... as if he would never wake up again, never.
"No, no, don't, don't."
Dong Xin Yan shook her head in a daze. She stepped forward, her knees hitting the ground, and just like that, she knelt beside Cheng Ziyang, trembling violently all over, her hands trembling violently as well.
"Ziyang, Ziyang, wake up, wake up... don't scare me, don't scare me..."
