Regret Came Too Late

Grace felt like she slept for a very, very long time. Scenes from her dreams overlapped like scattered fragments, chaotic and jumbled.

The last scene was set in a pitch-black cave, where only a single beam of light shone from high above, creating a beautiful Tyndall effect that no one was able to admire.

In the dream, she seemed very young, around eight years old. She kept patting a boy's face, urging him not to fall asleep. But the boy's injuries were too severe, and his body grew colder and colder.

On the second day of being trapped, she bit into her own wrist, feeding him her blood to keep him alive. It was quite unusual for a child that young to think of such a method to save someone. She fed him her blood, bit by bit, for two days straight. Finally, the boy in her arms woke up.

The young Grace's face was terribly pale, yet she still cupped his face with both hands. "Are you okay? You scared me so much! Don't worry, someone will come to save us."

"What did you feed me?" the boy asked.

"Blood. It can save lives at critical times like this."

She showed him her injured wrist, then scratched her cheek awkwardly. "You're having a fever. Sleep a little more."

The boy remained silent, exuding a heavy, oppressive presence.

Throughout the dream, Grace tried to see the boy's face clearly, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

The dream was chaotic. She didn't even know how they eventually got rescued.

Grace suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Yancey's concerned gaze. She lifted her hand, wanting to rub her forehead, but he quickly grabbed her wrist. "You're covered in injuries. Don't move."

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