"Haaah....Haah...." I could barely breathe, my legs trembling with each step, but I couldn't stop.
Not now, not when every inch of me screamed for my child.
It had only been two days since I delivered her, two days since I held her for the first time—fragile and perfect.
My body was weak, too soon for this exertion, but none of that mattered.
My child needed me.
The corridor stretched endlessly ahead, dark and suffocating, the air thick with something unspeakable.
My heart pounded against my chest, each beat a desperate plea.
I could hear the servants ahead of me, their hurried footsteps and concerned voices fading in and out of my awareness.
"Please, lady, don't overexert yourself! Wait, wait!"
But their voices were nothing more than background noise.
I could only think of her.
My child.
My beautiful, innocent Meiyue.