She was lying on the ground, blood soaked her dress, the pipa bone that had been penetrated was aching, and blood was flowing out from the wound on her wrist. Every time she breathed, her chest seemed to be squeezed by a thousand kilograms of weight. She could only breathe lightly. The temperature in the dungeon was very low. She huddled up and stared at the torches on the wall.
Her eyes were getting blurry and her ears were gradually losing hearing. She smiled softly. Today, she really had to explain it here.
Her eyes are getting blurry, her ears are gradually losing hearing, and the fire is shining in her eyes. She can't see clearly, and she can't hear clearly. But her heart started to beat along with the footsteps. Once, twice, the sound became more and more powerful, getting closer and closer. The firelight connected together. A pair of black shoes appeared in front of her eyes. The man leaned down and picked her up, and whispered in her ear,
Here I come.
She leaned on his shoulder and smiled,
I know.