"How are you? How are you? Are you okay? Are you okay?"
Beiming Yu held Qing Fu tightly, tears falling from her eyes. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart, the agony unbearable. A bloody hole had appeared in Qing Fu's chest, with blood continuously flowing out, unable to be stopped. Watching his life force rapidly decline, Beiming Yu's mind thundered with chaos. She didn't know what to do, nor did she know if Qing Fu could survive.
Watching someone who grew up with her, always by her side, lay in her arms. There was even the possibility that the next moment, he would leave her forever.
"No! No! You can't die, I can't be without you. Qing Fu, promise me you'll survive, okay? You can't die!!!" Helpless, sorrowful, heartbroken, angry... a flood of heartbreaking emotions surged into Beiming Yu's mind. Making her feel like living was worse than death!
