บท 119: She loves me more

Lying on the bed, Huang Qiuyan stares at the ceiling. The burning sensation is getting worse by each passing moment. The empty blood packets are lying on the floor. She turns to her side and clutches the white bedsheet. It's so clean. She's feeling unclean. 

She climbs off the bed and pulls the white bedsheet. With pensive eyes, she tears it into pieces. Still, she's not satisfied. She wants something. Why is Fu Sheng not back yet? How long does she have to wait? 

How long can she wait?