Bai Shiyue gave a small, breathy laugh. "The kind of woman who walks through hell and comes back holding other people's hands."
Yiran nodded. Her eyes were focused down the hallway, distant for a moment. "She doesn't just survive. She drags others back from the edge with her."
They walked in silence for a moment, their footsteps soft on the worn carpet. Around them, the hushed chaos of survival continued, hurried footsteps, the occasional clatter of salvaged supplies.
"She scared me a little.." Bai Shiyue admitted suddenly. "Back when we first woke up in this place. Not because she was reckless, but because… she didn't hesitate. Like she'd already seen it all. She was so calm that I didn't feel an panic."
"She has.." Yiran said quietly. "I don't know everything, but she carries herself like someone who's already lived the worst day of their life and decided it wasn't going to break her."
