Death God clutched her throat.
Her whole body trembled, as she hugged her legs tightly and buried her head beneath her knees, as if hiding herself this way meant everything would pass.
As if everything before her eyes would vanish...
When Si Chen climbed through the window, this was the scene he encountered.
The woman sitting behind the door, hugging her legs and shivering, resembled a wounded butterfly, fragile as if about to crumble at a touch.
Si Chen felt a dull ache in his chest. He leapt off the ground, snapped on the light with a "click," and walked towards her.
Squatting in front of her, he reached out to envelop the fragile person in a rare show of gentleness, "It's alright, no matter what, it's all in the past now..."
