Dudu crawled on the ground for a while, covering the place where her head got hit with her hand, feeling the warm, metallic-smelling liquid trickling down her face...
"Su Bao... it hurts..." Her voice had lost its previous vitality, sounding feeble and faint.
No one answered because he had already left.
Her mind was blurry, feeling terrible, unable to distinguish between the darkness of the room or the impending faintness.
She slowly crawled up from the ground, struggled to get on his bed, every move seemed so difficult.
The moment she lay down, she could still smell his scent on the pillow, but it was gradually replaced by the smell of blood.
She curled up her naked body, slowly pulled the blanket over herself, as if this would prevent the feeling of shame, as if this could maintain the last bit of dignity she had left.
Lying in the place where he used to sleep, slowly losing consciousness...
