Death (3)

Deng Wenwen struggled hard. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at her for a long while. Her frail hand then trembled as it reached for Xi Xiaye by her side, and her breathing became a little urgent. She did not even have the energy to say a word as she was still panting heavily.

When Xi Xiaye saw that hand reaching for her, she fell silent for a while before she finally sighed and reached out to gently hold her curved fist. That stubborn air of keeping her at arm's length could be felt through the palms. Xi Xiaye could also still feel her hand gently trembling in her slightly warm palms.

Deng Wenwen breathed in a rush several times as she looked at Xi Xiaye with much effort. There were some waterdrops on the corner of her mouth as she spoke with much difficulty, "Thank you... Thank you for coming... I'm... I'm... sorry..."