The Canary that couldn't escape

Time and again, Mo Ran went through agony, and so did Gu Yixuan.

Many times, when she was nearly out of breath, he could only calm himself down and keep pressing on her chest, performing artificial respiration.

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He kept saying words of encouragement to her, his voice constantly lingering in her ears.

Mo Ran’s will was strong enough; every time she heard Gu Yixuan’s voice, a new strength would rise up in her, allowing her to hold on a little longer.

Time trickled by little by little, day turning into night.

Mo Ran no longer had the strength to struggle; she felt her soul had separated from her body, floating in the air, coldly watching herself shattered to pieces.

The last time the attack struck, she completely fell into a coma, her breath hanging by a thread.

Gu Yixuan held her, rushed out of the ward, and quickly called for doctors to resuscitate her.

They kept shocking her heart, but the electrocardiogram showed little to no fluctuations, until finally, there was a slight fluctuation, and then she slowly began to breathe again.

After an entire hour of resuscitation, Gu Yixuan sat outside the emergency room, feeling as if all his strength had been drained.

Sitting on the ground, he stared blankly, not knowing if he could withstand the blow of losing her.