Like a wanderer who has finally found a sense of belonging, Wenyu gathered her last bit of strength and lunged toward the wooden box.
Her hands were covered in wounds; as she moved her joints, blood continued to seep out. But to Wenyu, such pain was nothing. She wanted to see the paper cranes. She wanted to read just a few more pages.
She collapsed over the wooden box, pressing her entire body against it. With great effort, she pulled the box out and opened it. As she pried the lid open, the ring finger of her right hand fell off. With agonizing slowness, she unfolded a single paper crane.
Chapter 62