Actually, she is someone who rarely sheds tears. Because she has witnessed too many farewells between life and death, every day she sees too much suffering, people tortured by illness struggling to survive, which has given her much to ponder.
She thought she had gone through so much, seen so much, considered herself seasoned and invulnerable. But others' farewells to life and death are indeed different from her own.
For her, faced with something so insignificant, so commonplace in others' eyes, here, there's only this one thing, and if she's to die, it's just this one time.
And she, has only this one life.
Gong Shirao covered her mouth and nose firmly.
She used the extra cloth torn from her clothes earlier to filter like a towel. There was no water inside, and its effect was minimal, but her life was racing against time now, and every second's delay might mean the distance between life and death.
More and more smoke filled the air...
Tears brimmed her eyes.
