Mist Sleep Ember Light

When the ECG monitor emitted a long and piercing beep, Su Wumian saw a gilded halo rising from the ceiling. "Is it... God?" She moved her chapped lips, and the endotracheal tube trembled slightly with her breathing. The figure emerging in the halo did not answer, but covered her skinny fingers with warm palms. "I wish..." She suddenly coughed violently, and blood splashed on the oxygen mask, like withered plums in the snow, "I wish Xiao Jin... Peace and happiness... A long life..."