Even then, Deng Jia Zhe had no intention of taking me to the hospital. He was calling my name, checking on me, when I heard the sound of Zhao Mingzhen running into the room. Overwhelming grief left me feeling lightheaded, my mind starved for air. And though I was only pretending to be unconscious, my body was so utterly spent that once my eyes were closed, a genuine desire for sleep washed over me