Bleeding, organs flowing outside, and faceless, Han Li stood under the snowstorm. The pain felt frozen over, his heart felt stifled, and his mind — dead. He yearned for death, he yearned for release, but nothing could he do.
He was only capable of waiting for the world to spin.
It was at that moment that a trembling white hand made his dying body drink something as cold as life itself. But at the next moment, it went down his throat and warmed his body, broken bones mended themselves, and new organs grew back as the old ones were cleaned away by the hand while in tears.
Han Li opened his eyes to see Ruo, her face filled with tears and her hand covered in his blood. "Big Brother…"
"Ruo…? Where is mom?"
Ruo held back her tears and held his hands tightly, she said with a sobbing voice, "Mom is safely in the tavern. A pair of brother and sister is keeping a watch on her safety, they're genuinely good people."