The atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense. Everyone sat silently, their eyes full of vigilance and uneasiness.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through, and the window swayed slightly, causing the curtains to flutter in the wind.
There was silence in the room, and the only sound that could be heard was the wind outside the window and the rustling of leaves.
Luo Jinyu felt a chill rush from his back to the top of his head, and he subconsciously clenched his hands.
He knew that at this time, he had to stay calm.
Luo Jinyu's eyes turned to Shu Zhihan. She was lying quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, and the sheets under her body were stained red with blood.
He rushed over and pressed the wound on her shoulder with trembling fingers. The blood was still flowing and soaked his palm.
At that moment, he just hoped that he could bear the pain on her behalf.
However, he could do nothing but watch her bleed and listen to her weak breathing.
At this moment, he felt powerless as never before, as if the whole world was leaving him.
At this time, Shu's mother opened the door and walked in. Her face was extremely pale, her lips were tightly closed, and she didn't say anything.
Her eyes fell directly on Shu Zhihan, her eyes full of grief and despair. She walked straight to her daughter's bed without pausing or hesitating.
Seeing the wounds on her daughter's body and the blood-stained sheets, Shu's eyes suddenly became moist.
She reached out her hand and gently stroked her daughter's cheek, her fingers tracing tear tracks on her cheek.
Her tears kept sliding down, falling on her daughter's face, and mixing with her tears.
At this moment, the room fell into silence again.
Only Shu's mother's cries and Shu Zhihan's weak breathing intertwined together, like a sad elegy.
Luo Jinyu stood aside silently, his heart pounding but he could do nothing. He could only watch Shu's mother cry for her daughter, and feel heartbroken for her daughter's pain.
Luo Jinyu didn't know what he should say. He just stood aside silently, watching Shu's mother's tears keep flowing.
Her tears were like broken beads, sliding down one by one, dripping on the sheets, intertwined with her daughter's blood.
Luo Jinyu's heart was filled with pain and helplessness. He could only watch all this happen, but he could do nothing.
Shu's mother's tone was trembling. She looked at Luo Jinyu and said softly: "You should go out first."
Her voice was weak, as if she had used all her strength.
Luo Jinyu nodded and walked out of the room silently.
He closed the door gently, but it seemed to isolate him from everything in the room.
He stood alone outside the door, listening to the crying and breathing in the room, and felt like a knife.
Shu's mother glanced at the door to confirm that Luo Jinyu had left. She slowly turned her head to look at Shu Zhihan.
The daughter's cheeks were as pale as snow, and under her slightly trembling eyelashes, her once-living eyes were tightly closed.
Mother Shu gently stroked her cheek, and the cold touch from her fingertips made her heart ache.
Tears welled up in Shu's eyes again, and she choked with sobs and whispered softly: "Han'er, you have to be strong, you will be fine."
Her voice was filled with endless tenderness and firmness, as if she wanted to convey all her power to her daughter.
At that moment, Shu's mother's maternal love poured out like a tide, tightly wrapping the pain and helplessness in her heart.
She prayed silently, hoping that God would hear her prayer and let her daughter survive this disaster safely.
Looking at her closed eyes, Shu's mother reached out and took out a dagger from her sleeve, and gently opened the placket.
Her movements were gentle but firm, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.
The dagger shone coldly in the light. She took a deep breath and put the blade close to her skin.
Her heartbeat echoed in the silence, each beat like a drum beating her courage.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, but she still held the handle of the knife firmly.
At this moment, she was no longer a mother, but a warrior who was willing to sacrifice everything for her daughter.
Her tears fell on the blade, which emitted a faint warmth when it came into contact with the cold metal.
At this moment, her heart was filled with endless grief and determination, as if she wanted to concentrate all her strength on the blade.
She slowly moved herself close to her daughter's wound, the dagger lightly scratched the skin, and blood gushed out.
The blood from Shu's mother's heart gurgled out and flowed on Shu Zhihan's heart.
At this moment, it was as if all the pain was concentrated at this point. Shu's mother's tears fell on her daughter's wound, mixing with her blood, forming an unspeakable sadness.
She gently wiped her daughter's cheek with the lapel of her clothes, trying to erase the pain and helplessness.
Her tears kept falling, staining the skirt of her clothes red, but they could not cover up the brilliance of motherly love. At that moment, she seemed to be praying for her daughter with her own life, hoping that she could survive this disaster safely.
Shu's mother's face became increasingly pale, as if all the blood had been drained from her body.
She held Shu Zhihan's hand tightly with both hands, and her knuckles turned white from excessive exertion.
However, gradually, her strength seemed to be disappearing, and her hand began to tremble slightly and slipped away weakly.
Luo Jinyu heard the noise outside the door, opened the door suddenly and rushed in.
He saw Shu's mother collapsed beside the bed, with a pale Shu Zhihan next to her.
He hurried towards them, but saw a heart-stopping scene: Shu's mother's clothes were soaked in blood, and the blood was slowly flowing towards Shu Zhihan's heart.
He was shocked and hurriedly picked up Shu's mother and called her name loudly.
However, Shu's mother's eyes had begun to become empty. She smiled softly and said with her last strength: "Han'er, mom is here." After saying that, her hand hung down feebly and she passed away.
Luo Jinyu stretched his fingers to Shu's mother's nose and felt for her breath.
He felt a faint breath, but it was like a candle in the wind, shaky.
His heart sank suddenly, and the corners of his eyes became wet unconsciously. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.
The world in his eyes seemed to have stopped at this moment, with only him and Shu's mother, and that persistent maternal love.
At this moment, he was no longer a bystander, but an immersive participant. He felt the greatness and tragedy of maternal love, and also realized the fragility and impermanence of life.
Shu's mother held on to her last breath. She used all her strength to hold Luo Jinyu's hand tightly, and said as she was dying: "Please, take care of her and protect her."
Her voice was weak but firm, as if she was placing all her expectations on Luo Jinyu.
Her eyes were full of distress for her daughter, and the tears couldn't help but fall down her cheeks, intertwined with the blood, and they were indistinguishable from each other.
The corners of Luo Jinyu's eyes were moist. He held Shu's mother's hand tightly and choked: "Don't worry, I will do it."
At this moment, he was no longer a bystander, but became the object of Shu's mother's trust and entrustment.
He felt the greatness and tragedy of maternal love, and also realized the fragility and impermanence of life.
He silently vowed that he would do his best to take care of and protect Shu Zhihan so that she would not be harmed in the future.
Mother Shu said again: "Keep...do your best...Lvhe..."
Her voice became weaker and weaker, as if every breath required all her strength.
Luo Jinyu held her hand tightly, wanting to pass on his power to her.
Seeing Shu's mother's painful expression, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. He knew that Shu's mother was fighting death. For the sake of her daughter, she was unwilling to give up any hope of living.
He prayed silently, hoping that God would give Shu's mother the strength to survive this ordeal.
In Shu's mother's ear, he whispered softly: "I will, I will try my best to protect them, you must be strong."
After saying that, he turned his gaze to Shu Zhihan, looking at her pale and peaceful face, but he knew very well that Shu's mother was helpless.
Luo Jinyu helped Shu's mother up and let her lean against the bed.
Meng Haowen walked into the room quickly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his expression suddenly became very solemn.
He stepped forward and worked with Luo Jinyu to stabilize Shu's mother's body. The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, as if even the air had solidified.
They did not notice that Lu He came in right behind Meng Haowen.
Lu He's eyes were full of worry and anxiety. When she saw Shu's mother's condition, she couldn't help but shed tears.
She silently walked to the bedside and gently held Shu's mother's hand, as if she wanted to pass on her strength to her.
Finally, Lu He couldn't control himself and burst into tears, shouting: "Mother!"
Her voice was full of endless sadness and helplessness, as if she wanted to vent all her emotions.
Her tears fell on Shu's mother's cheeks, intertwined with the blood, and they were indistinguishable from each other.
At this moment, Lu He is no longer the strong and independent girl, but an orphan who has lost her mother. She hugged Shu's mother tightly, as if she wanted to inject her life into her body and bring her to life again.
Shu's mother seemed to have heard her daughter's cry. She opened her eyes and looked at Lu He with great effort.
Her eyes were full of care and reluctance for her daughter, and tears fell down her cheeks, intertwined with blood, and they were indistinguishable from each other.
She used all her strength to hold Lu He's hand tightly and choked: "Be well...alive..."
Her voice became weaker and weaker, as if every breath required all her strength.
Lu He held her hand tightly, wanting to pass on his power to her.
Seeing Shu's mother's painful expression, I couldn't help but feel a pinch in my heart.
Lu He quickly picked up the dagger at hand, but this action was stopped by Shu's mother. She shook her head vigorously, smiled, and then her arms dropped to the ground, and her eyes closed immediately.
