Chapter 363
The soaked clothes clung tightly to her body.
The cold seeped from the clothes stuck to her body, layer by layer, wrapping her tightly, making her shrink from the cold.
The memories before losing consciousness returned to her mind slowly, yet very clearly.
A weak and feeble smile tugged at her lips, and as soon as her mouth parted a little, the rain that had been hitting her face slipped through her lips and into her mouth.
Yet she didn’t even have the strength to lift a hand to wipe away the rain from her face.
She thought, even if she’s not dead now, she would soon die.
Her body couldn’t move at all, and the back of her head was sticky.
The blood on the back of her head that was against the ground had been diluted by the rain, but she could vaguely smell a faint scent of blood.
She didn’t know how much blood she had lost.
Whenever there’s a head injury, if you’re not careful, it can be fatal.
Alice looked frail, but the blow to the back of her head was done with all her might.
That blow, it was meant to kill her, otherwise, why would it be so fierce?
She never thought that Alice could be so vicious, calling her a snake-hearted would not be an overstatement.
She had thought, even if they couldn’t stand each other any longer, it wouldn’t be to the point of wanting to kill her.
It just goes to show, a woman’s heart is hard to fathom, especially women like Alice who seem gentle but are impossible to guard against.
Should she be thankful that Alice didn’t follow up with a second, third blow until she completely stopped breathing after that one blow?
In the end, Alice left her with a life.
But considering her current situation, whether this life remains or not, there’s no difference.
She’s been seriously injured and drenched in the rain for so long that soon her wounds would become infected, inflamed, leading to high fever, then various symptoms would explode, and finally, in absence of treatment, she would slowly be tortured to death by the pain of her illness.
Since Alice had returned from the island, she must have thought of all kinds of excuses to hide her real situation.
So, she shouldn’t hope that anyone would come looking for her.
The rain had fallen for so long, yet it showed no sign of stopping.
The rain soaked her clothes layer by layer, and the cold seeped into her body layer by layer as well.
She shivered all over from the cold, her teeth chattering, her face showing a lifeless grayish-white color.
She thought she really might die here.
Die on a deserted island where she was the only one, and after death, there wouldn’t even be someone to collect her body.
Then, perhaps her body would be gnawed by animals, or under the wind and sun, slowly turn into a pile of white bones.
So tragic, so truly tragic.
She really didn’t know what sins she committed in her past life to end up with a fate of dying without a burial place.
Tears silently slipped from her eyes, blending with the cold rain, and slid into her mouth, carrying a slightly salty bitterness.
But she really didn’t want to die.
She didn’t want to die at all, the world was still so beautiful, she still wanted to go on living, living for a hundred years wouldn’t be too much p>
Tears blurred her vision, and the already indistinct things in front of her started to plunge into darkness again.