"I... I survived?!"
In the room.
Wuan Anning remained frozen in place for a moment, as if her soul were still adrift, not yet fully returned to her body.
A hint of disbelief and the relief of surviving a disaster filled her eyes.
She lifted her hand, her gaze falling upon its back. The sun-shaped emblem there seemed to have fulfilled its duty.
It had once again faded, leaving only a faint, blurry outline.
"Praise be to my Lord. Your most devout believer thanks you for your protection!"
Wuan Anning prayed softly, her voice filled with reverence and gratitude.
Her prayer finished.
She looked at the scissors on the floor.
Driven by curiosity, she pushed her wheelchair forward.
She had been too far away before.
And because of the lighting,
she couldn't see clearly.
It was only when she got closer that she discovered strands of black hair were tangled around the two handles of the scissors.
