And Ding Hui's right hand had unknowingly transformed into a blood-colored, ice crystal-like ice pick before Diao Ruru could react...
Stab!!!
The blood-colored ice pick pierced Diao Ruru's chest.
"Call me crazy, fine... Say I'm inhumane, whatever!"
"Hate me, it doesn't matter..."
"Loathe me, I can accept..."
"All I want... is for you to live..."
"I just want... to witness a miracle!!"
Wuaa!
Blood, mixed with rain.
Flowing continuously from Diao Ruru's wound, from her mouth.
"Doctor... Ding..."
Diao Ruru looked in disbelief at Ding Hui, who was so close.
The power of life was continuously draining away.
Her consciousness was gradually darkening.
She no longer knew or understood anything.
Yet in the final moments of life, Diao Ruru used all her strength to stretch out her blood-stained right hand and touch Ding Hui's cheek.
The cold touch made Ding Hui quiver suddenly.
In the moment of looking up...
"I..."
"..."
What did she say?
