Last Wish

The night was eerily silent as if the world itself was holding its breath, amplifying each sound into a haunting, lingering echo. Aside from the ceaseless cries of the baby, Rui Ye's scream, albeit faint, still pierced through Song Zhuyu's eardrums like a drilling machine, 

"No—! Let go… let go of me!"

Song Zhuyu was not sure if it's a hallucination caused by the excessive blood loss, but he felt like he could hear Rui Ye calling out his name. And it made his heart tremble. His eyes, squeezed shut in a mixture of weariness and pain, once again snapped open, moisture clinging to his long lashes— whether it was sweat or tears, he couldn't tell.