Bai Ji woke up in the evening of the second day after they started their escape. It had been raining heavily for two consecutive days and the noisy rain woke her up. Bai Ji frowned slightly and her long eyelashes trembled. All she saw was the cramped and depressing darkness.
He slowly scanned the surroundings and didn't see anyone else. Bai Ji lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on his chest. The collar there was half-covered, as if someone was often checking on it. There was a thick layer of fine cloth wrapped around the fair skin, and there were small bloodstains that could be seen through the fine cloth, but it was not serious.
The memories before falling asleep slowly returned to my mind. The images were chaotic, Ah Wan's timid and helpless call, Ah Wan's red eyes from crying, Ah Wan's gentle and expectant smile, and...
Bai Ji frowned as if in pain, his eyes were slightly cold, his chest was not bloody, and there was not much pain, as if it was just a minor injury, but the last scene in his memory was still before his eyes, the pain of the sharp blade piercing his body and the weakness of the blood loss were still on his body, as well as the warmth that he could not touch in the end...
When Bai Ji thought of this, her fingertips moved slightly, and she opened half of her clothes. Her fingers touched her chest and she untied the wrapped fine cloth one by one. The blood spread layer by layer, becoming increasingly darker and finally falling off completely. Bai Ji's eyes fixed for a long time. Those memories were indeed not illusions when she was unconscious. The wounds were still there, still the hideous wounds that were enough to kill her. Now that there was no obstruction, blood slowly flowed out again, leaving a thin stream on the soft white abdomen, as if all the blood in this body had been drained.
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