Tong Mo initially thought that even if she didn't die, she would be left severely injured. However, not feeling any pain, she immediately crawled down from the cushion and carefully, fearfully, and tremblingly looked at the cushion beneath her.
"Husband—"
Her piercing cry instantly resounded throughout the entire set.
She cried like a child, looking at Li Zijue with tear-blurred eyes.
He...
Was he crushed to death by her?
"I'm not dead yet."
Li Zijue slowly opened his long eyes, his handsome face pale and weak, and cold sweat poured down his forehead, showing how much pain he was enduring at that moment.
A few steps away, Lu Zichen watched them, feeling as if he were redundant.
She had a man who was willing to risk his life for her, so why was he still entangled in this?
Perhaps it was time to let go.
At that moment, the sunlight was warm, but his heart felt as desolate as dead ashes.
"Call an ambulance quickly!"
