He was fine yesterday when I saw him. How could this happen in such a short time?
Qin Zhi'ai looked at Gu Yusheng lying on the road with his eyes closed. She wanted to wake him up but dared not shake him and potentially hurt him more. She gripped hard on his arm and then let it go. She repeated this many times before putting her hand in front of his nose to feel if he was breathing. He was, but his breaths were so weak that they were almost undetectable.
Qin Zhi'ai's hand shook, and more tears fell. Her emotions and uncontrollable crying made her look like a child. She had wanted to see him one last time, but she'd never expected to see him like this.
She intuitively searched for his hand with hers and held it tightly. She could not help but call out his name as she sobbed. "Yusheng, Gu Yusheng, Gu Yusheng, Yusheng."
