The hospital at night is restless tonight.
The corridor outside the operating room is filled with people, all quietly watching the "In Surgery" light illuminated, waiting silently for the person inside.
Ye Lu sits dazedly in the chair, motionless for a long time, like a pale stone sculpture, devoid of vitality, her eyes vacant.
Her hands and clothes are still stained with Third Young Master Jun's blood, the dried, horrific stains remain, as she refuses to wash them clean.
As if only by being tainted with his warm blood, could she feel his life existing; if she washed it away, would he gradually fade from her life?
No, she won't, she won't! At the mere thought of this, panic fills her eyes and tears stream uncontrollably.
Never has she felt such utter despair and helplessness, able only to watch with open eyes as he was pushed into the operating room covered in blood, witnessing the ebbing of his life, impotently waiting.
