Goodbye.

Chunlan woke up, pain flowing through her body as the stretcher rolled across the hall in a hurry. She could barely keep eyes.

Maybe she should go to sleep. She didn't want to stay awake.

"CHUNLAN! Don't close your eyes!" A voice roared.

She opened her eyes abruptly. She saw multiple medical staff by her side, holding the bed. Jihai finally came into view, his clothes dirty and torn, and his face with several cuts and light bruises a blood trail on his lips.

She tried to lift her hand, but the pain was overwhelming. Was it broken again? She could hear voices in the background overlapping the ones in her head.

She saw Menxiang in a white coat crying in distress while holding a phone to her ear.

Where was her family?

She wanted to see them so she tried to turn.

I don't want to die without seeing them one last time.

She turned to the boy whose knuckles were scraped, stained with dried blood. His eyes had turned red from holding his tears.

Who will protect him?