Ye Qianning's physical injuries had long since healed; the severe wound was to her heart.
For a year or two, she had to carefully control every breath. She couldn't rush it, forced to respire at a steady, deliberate pace.
That year or two was the most difficult time of her life, but whenever she thought about the many people who might be waiting for her, she didn't find it so agonizing.
She focused single-mindedly on nursing her body back to health, waiting for the day she could see her dad and her master again.
This island was isolated from the rest of the world, with no news ever getting through. She guessed it was probably because it was too far from the coast.
Besides the birds on the island itself, when she stood at its highest point and looked out, she hadn't seen a single bird fly past in ten years.
