The flickering medical light shines in the dim night.
The silent high walls and city gates stand like barriers dividing the world, under the fierce sky.
The cool wind of the snowy night blows through He Ao's hair.
"It's over."
A soft sigh is heard by the ear.
He Ao shifts his gaze, looks towards Viko at his side, and then his eyes move past Viko's body, catching sight of a frail figure being lifted onto an ambulance.
The figure has quieted down, lying on the stretcher with a barely noticeable rising and falling of the chest, quietly gazing at the sky.
In this moment, he seems to sense something, turns his head, and looks towards He Ao.
But before he can fully turn his gaze, he is lifted into the ambulance.
The world quiets down at this moment; He Ao raises his hand, snowflakes dancing in the sky landing on his fingertips.
He turns back, looking at Viko, who is covered in bloodstains, "Hasn't a doctor come to see you yet?"
