Chapter 321

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 b