hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 492 The Struggle of Life and Death ([-])

　
　Charles laughed loudly and went out: "My old prince is not afraid of anything, he almost died anyway hahaha!"

　After Charles left, Tang Yumo couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the floor.

　So sleepy, so cold, so longing...just sleep like this, sleep...don't get up...don't wake up...

　alive, so tired...

　However, in the dark, there seems to be an extremely weak voice breaking through the vast sea of ​​smoke and waves, passing through the fog of time and space, and passing here:
　"You are my rib...I know you must be...waiting for me! You will never give up on yourself easily! Wait for me...to find you!..."

　whose voice is it?
　is it him?
　Is he telling me not to give up?
　Is he waiting for me?
　Tang Yumo struggled to wake up from the nightmare, and was seeing the vast starry sky above his head and on the ceiling.

　That piece of starry sky is the starry sky they watched together on the night of their love...

　A smile formed at the corner of Tang Yumo's mouth.

　They have persisted until now, and they must not fall short.

　Tang Yumo, you need to be stronger and stronger.

　You have to protect yourself so that you can make those who want to use yourself to control him helpless.

　This is a long battle that has only just begun.

　You must, keep at it! ! !
　The gradual awakening of mental power made Tang Yumo arouse a little awareness of his body.

　She felt that her trembling body had become hot at this moment, and she stretched out a hand full of coagulated blood with difficulty, and stroked her forehead, as if... she had a fever...

　She was so weak that she couldn't stand up, so she used to crawl, slowly and slowly, step by step, until she got to the shower room little by little.

　Turn on the hot water faucet, put a basin full of water, sit on the ground and start washing your face, hands, wash...

　As soon as the wound was washed with water, it became more stinging.

　But this kind of sting made her suddenly sober up a lot.

　The hands and feet are also a little more flexible.

　She tried to stand up, took off the wet and dirty clothes that had been soaked in water, rinsed her body with hot water, and changed into a simple and clean uniform of cleaners.

　The uniform should have been washed and dried in an automatic washing machine, and it was extra soft and comfortable.

　Tang Yumo even had a spare time to think: It would be nice if he could work as a cleaner in the Uffizi Art Museum...

　During the day, I do physical labor for sanitation, and at night I do mental work to write books.

　How good and healthy!

　After taking a shower, she dug out the first-aid kit from the cabinet to clean her wound, and the wound started to bleed again. When she climbed up from the river, she stabbed a little deep, but luckily she didn't hurt the aorta, but the palm of her hand The blood vessels are rich, so it is easy to bleed. Although the bleeding is scary, and half of the sleeve is soaked in blood, in fact, this wound is not a fatal wound, and it should be recoverable.

　It's just that she has to carefully check whether there is any debris left in the porcelain bowl.

　If so, it will be more troublesome.

　Enduring the severe pain, she cleaned up for a long time, and then repeatedly washed the blood hole in the palm of her hand with hydrogen peroxide until the skin of the wound turned white and rolled up.

　I put on some styptic powder and put on a bandage.

　She was clumsy, and she was still ugly after pestering her for a long time.

　Alas, as expected, wrapping bandages is better than ice face technique.

　Next time you see him, you must not be ashamed to ask him for advice.

Thinking of "seeing him next time", Tang Yumo felt a bit of bitterness in his heart.

(End of this chapter)