5 Part 5

10. Short Hair 

Mu Yuze felt as though he was floating in the void where his limbs had merged into nothingness, his vision shrouded in a veil of haze. The only sensation that reached him was the faint warmth enveloping his numb hand, as if someone was clutching onto it with desperation. 

Distantly, he heard a familiar voice echoing in the blank space, 

"I'm sorry… I'm very sorry, Xiao Ze."

Even before Mu Yuze could fully comprehend whom that voice belonged to, his heart had already kicked to life, responding instinctively to the raw pain and anguish bleeding from the other person's voice. 

"I can't lose you. Please… not you, anyone but you…"