I died once.
When the fire burned through the beams, I saw Shen Hanzhou kneeling outside the sea of fire, with cracks appearing for the first time on his always gentle and jade-like face. He banged on the door like crazy, his fingers sizzling from the red-hot iron lock, and the smell of burnt flesh mixed with the scent of pine wood entered my nose through the firelight.
"Nian Nian!" He roared, his voice like a dying beast, "I was wrong! I was wrong -"
But I can't open my eyes anymore.
Then I woke up.
What came into view was the familiar carved bed curtain when she was fourteen years old. Bi Tao sat on the edge of the bed holding a medicine bowl, her eyes as red as a rabbit: "Miss, you finally woke up! You have had a fever for three days, and the doctor said that if the fever continues, you may..." She choked and couldn't continue.
