Ye Jian's hands were stained with blood. She looked at Ah Da, whose expression was getting worse. Her heart sank.
He couldn't hold on for long. The policeman on the frontline couldn't hold on any longer. His life was flowing out of her hands at a speed that she could see…
Hearing his comrade encouraging him to persevere, Ah Da struggled to open his eyes for a long time. He hummed softly in response.
Ah Da, who was trying his best to survive, knew that it was useless no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't do it anymore.
His low and almost inaudible voice made Duo Ji, who had been waiting for an answer, cry like a child. The Tibetan man with a broad back hunched his back and laid beside his comrade, crying.
Tears welled up in the corners of Ah Da's eyes. He heard his comrade's sorrowful cries and his reluctance to part with him.
