Gentle stumbled, falling backward.
The wound on her forehead was obvious, but it garnered no sympathy from the Huaguo woman. Gentle couldn't understand why.
'But this woman had clearly asked if I was willing to go with her!'
'How could she go back on her word so soon?'
Gentle was indignant. 'How could this woman just break her promise like that?!'
Perhaps what she truly couldn't accept was the knowledge that she was finished, that she was going to die in this godforsaken place.
'Why do the heavens enjoy tormenting a wretched soul like me?'
'Why, why, why!'
'I refuse to accept this!'
'I was so close to being saved!'
Gentle gritted her teeth and stared at Wen Ying again. "Doctor Wen, if you don't take me with you, I'll kill myself right here, right now."
Her eyes, fixed on Wen Ying, were resolute. It seemed this time she meant what she said.
