"Please let me rest in the sweet embraces of death, my dearest partner.”

Yingxing muttered out in a breathless and brittle whisper as his own sword lodged deeply into the right lumbar region of his abdomen. Yingxing’s blood gushing out of the flesh wound and staining his clothes made this situation feel more horrifying? Appalling? You couldn’t find the proper word to think thoroughly of the situation as you panicked, trying to stop Yingxing’s bleeding flesh wound with all of your medic supplies.