Suddenly, she retracted her little hand and touched her face. She touched the face of the cold son again. She let go and tried it at his nostrils. Then she opened his eyes and looked at his pupils. She leaned down and listened to his heartbeat with her ears close to his chest. Tears flowed down again. "He's still alive, he's still alive..." Mouth murmuring, exciting.

When she found out that Hanzi was still alive, she hated why she was so careless. It was her right to cry for so long, but he was so badly hurt that if he delayed the opportunity to treat him, she would regret it...