Because this wasn't about her suffering. This was about her almost inflicting the ultimate suffering on the person she claimed to love more than anything.
Zhou Yuxi sat on the cold floor, arms wrapped around herself, staring at Mu Yunchen from across the room with new clarity. Seeing him not as part of her pain, not as a problem to be solved through drastic action, but as a person. A person with his own thoughts and will and right to continue existing even if that existence was temporarily complicated by memory loss.
"I won't do that," she said aloud, the promise firm despite her shaking voice. "I won't take your choices from you. I won't decide your fate without asking. I won't... I won't become that."
She took a shuddering breath, then another, forcing air into lungs that felt too tight.
She sat on the floor, arms wrapped tight around herself, and made a promise to the sleeping man across the room: Whatever happens next, however long it takes, whatever pain I have to endure...
