The young girl lying on the bed had her forehead wrapped in white gauze, her complexion pale, her brows tightly knit, deeply trapped in a nightmare without waking.
Outside the window, the sky was once again covered with dark clouds, and the rain that had stopped for just a moment poured down again, the sound of rain pattering filled the ears.
In her drowsy sleep, the girl seemed to return to the moment of the accident while hanging on the wire, it was also raining, her vision swayed, her heart uneasy, Blake Shaw's silver hair was soaked with rain, his face anxious, his robe pierced the rain curtain, tightly gripping her hand.
Their hands taut on the wire, like tight ropes, occasionally trembling, the incident happened so fast that it was hard for anyone to react, resulting in both of them falling from the wire together.
Blake Shaw's face, twisted with effort, appeared in the girl's mind, he said, "Don't let go, I can save you."
