Mo Ran slowly sat up, tearing off the IV, and blood suddenly sprayed out, falling onto the white sheets like specks of red plum blossoms.
She didn't look at Gu Yixuan, silently walked out of the ward, wandering aimlessly on the streets.
She didn't know where she should go; she had no home, no relatives to rely on, and no friends.
The pedestrians rushed by in a hurry, striving ceaselessly for their lives, and even though they might be exhausted, they had homes to return to, havens waiting for them when they were weary and wounded.
But she had nothing, only herself...
She had reached the point where life held no further allure for her.
The cold wind blew in gusts, the weather turned cold, Mo Ran wrapped her clothes tighter around her, tilting her head to meet the chill wind.
The wind awakened her mind, and she suddenly harbored the thought—escape!
If she no longer wished to live, why not run away for once?