Yet even so, she couldn't bear to die.
She still had attachments in her heart; she still had people she cared about. She didn't want to leave this world just like that.
Boundless fear and an immense sense of loneliness engulfed her. Cold, hungry, and exhausted, she felt miserable enough to cry.
And she really did cry, hugging her knees and burying her head, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Scarlett Yates, why are you crying?" Suddenly, a voice rang out.
She froze for a moment, then lifted her head in sheer joy.
"Matthew Saxon, how did you end up here? Please take me away from here; it's so cold, so cold." Both surprised and delighted, she looked at the man who had suddenly appeared before her, got up, and ran towards him, wanting to throw herself into his arms.
His embrace seemed so safe and warm.
To her, who was nearly frozen stiff, what she needed most right now was such an embrace.
But as she plunged forward, she fell through empty air, slipped, and heavily fell to the ground.
