C1510 The Internal Struggle Is Endless

She could not see with her eyes, and her voice was even sharper. She knew that when a person walked to her side, a hand gently fiddled with her bangs, and then held her hand. Those hands were dry, cold, and even slightly trembling.

The air seemed to be filled with a faint vapor, one drop, two drops, three drops. The liquid hit the back of her hand