I brought dried fishes
"She's alive," The first paramedic announces in the ambulance. "Though her breathing is weak, her heart is still beating."
"How?" The second paramedic frowns at Wakana. There's a large wound on her forehead. He can estimate how many bones are broken inside her body. Her clothes are soaked with her blood. "It would be a miracle if she lives."
"Hurry, hurry, to the hospital," The first paramedic shouts at the driver. "We don't have time."
Sitting beside Wakana's body, Choi Minho stares at her. Alive? No, she isn't.
He holds her cold hands. Her skin is devoid of any life energy. The line between her body and soul is broken completely.
His sister-in-law told him once that fate couldn't be stopped. And he understands it now. Death has taken her. Her destiny is different. He can't stop her from becoming what she is.
Why is her body still breathing? Choi Minho glances at her belly solemnly. The devil's seed is breathing through her body.