I heard Wu Shun tear open the clothes that were stuck to your wound with plasma. The sound of the cloth tearing through my muscles, like a sharp saw blade, cut through my eardrums.

He's cleaning your wounds. He whispers to you, "I'm going to start." ”

The smell of burning grease appears in the air.

I heard the sound of a blade cutting through muscles, and I heard the sound of blood gurgling out.

I heard the slight chatter of your teeth, the staggering of the joints of your hands, and the sound of sweat sliding down your cheeks onto your pillow, rolling down like a heavy rain outside.

I was alone in the darkness listening to all these sounds.

But you must have concentrated all your strength and wrestled with the pain, and you didn't hear the tears rolling out of my eyes.

A rolling thunder drowned out everything.

Then I heard the voice of a soldier.

He sees that your greatest difficulty is not to endure the pain of the procedure, but to remain completely still and silent in the midst of such pain. So, he couldn't help but say, "Make a noise, it'll be good"

Wu Shun immediately interrupted him: "Don't speak!" ”

I heard them discussing, and Wu Shun asked the soldiers to help hold down this side, hold up the other side, and fix a certain place. They rummage through all the barbs in your body, severing the muscles that can't be removed piece by piece.

After a while, Wu Shun's voice said to you: "Hold on, and you'll be almost fine, and you'll be fine right away." ”

I heard a loud thud, and it was supposed to be an arrow that had been dug out and landed in the copper basin.

I heard the sound of blood rippling in the basin.

Wu Shun called out to you hesitantly, as if he was frightened by your situation. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to continue or not.

I heard no sound over there. I heard no sound over there for a long time.

Then the bed board makes a little noise, and you should have made a gesture for him to continue.

Once again, hear the sound of the blade cutting and churning inside your body.

I'm standing only 10 paces away from you and I'm hearing it all. My heart is going through the same cut.

You've been silent. I don't know how you do it.

But you were silent that day, not making a sound.

Later, I finally heard the sound of the second arrow falling into the copper basin.

Then there was the loud sound of the soldier panicking and dropping the entire copper basin to the ground.

That voice almost broke my heart.

I hear blood spurting out of your wound at high speed. It sprayed on Wu Shun's face and placket.

I heard Wu Shun nervously asking for strips of cloth and towels.

I heard them pressing hard against the blood vessels.

Wu Shun said: "Quick, give it to me!" Come on! ”

The air was once again filled with the smell of burning grease.

Then, I heard a strange sizzling sound. The air was instantly filled with the smell of burnt paste.

I later learned that they had been forced to pour boiling oil over the wound to stop the bleeding.

I hear you stop breathing, I hear you faint and stop breathing.

I struggled hard at the rope that held me around me until it snapped deep into my muscles.

For a long time, I don't know exactly how long, I felt like I had lost you.

So, despite my promise that you would do as you tell me no matter what, I tried to break that rope.

I didn't know what I was doing. I'm just trying to hold you and pull you back.

I heard Wu Shun holding you in his arms and calling you.

I heard the door of consciousness opening and closing repeatedly.

I hear all sorts of deranged voices, but I just can't hear any of yours.

You haven't had any sound all the time.

Even though my heart was churning with a storm that was more violent than outside the window, and although the sound of tears began to appear in Wu Shun's call, you were unconscious and did not make any sound.

Just when I thought I would never hear you again, you finally made a little noise.

That's the only sound you make during the whole procedure.

They ran in front of me, bringing with them gusts of wind that blew the hair on my forehead.

They were scrambling to get something, maybe a wine bag, because I could smell the smell of alcohol mixed with medicine in the air.

I hear them pry open your teeth, and Wu Shun carefully pours something into your mouth.

I heard another soldier say, "Okay, okay, come on." They were saying, "Let him drink a little more." ”

Wu Shun rummaged through his body for the Mixed Yuan Dan. He said, "Quick, here, give it to him." ”

I heard my own tears rushing and drowning like the flood at the beginning of the world, and I heard the buzzing of my own head, mixed with joy and sorrow.

I don't know how long I was immersed in the chaos of all the sounds.

Then, the towel that had blindfolded me was removed. Then, the bound hand was released.

I threw myself on the floor with a thud and reached for something that was stuffed in my mouth to keep me from making a sound.

At this time, I saw Wu Shun kneeling on one knee in front of me.

His entire placket was covered in blood, as well as on his face. He tried to pull me up from the ground.

That's when I did something I didn't expect, something I didn't expect to do:

Angry, I slapped him in the face, causing him to turn his face to one side.

Under my surging tears like a river bursting its banks, Wu Shun grabbed my shoulders hard.

He said, "Miss, don't be afraid, it's okay, the arrow is out." He's fine. Miss, you can see him, you can see him. ”

Later, I always regretted slapping Wu Shun.

He just saved your life. He is our great benefactor.

How can I slap him? I don't know why I did that.

When you open your eyes again, the first person you see is me.

I sit beside you, tired and quiet. You're tireder and quieter than I am.

We faced each other in silence until my tears fell on the back of your hand.

My tears fell on the back of your hand, drop by drop.

You look at me. You flip the back of your hand over and over again.

You look at me and slowly stretch your fingers.

I hold your hand.

Your hands are as cold as ice.

Your eyes fall on my wrist. You look at those deep strangulation marks.

In that life, we loved each other, many times, not in words. It's said in silence.

It was said in silence. No more words.