The voice was too weak, too small, completely unintelligible.
Luo Qiangwei leaned closer to listen and heard Sheng Miao speak haltingly, "Dying is not bad... I can finally be free... Help me tell Shiche I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to hurt him... I... I love him..."
Sheng Miao's hand tightened around Luo Qiangwei's dress, struggling to move closer to her ear. She coughed up blood, curved her lips into a faint smile, "Sister... I'm sorry... I'll go find Dad and Mom first..."
Sheng Miao's hand fell to the ground.
Luo Qiangwei knew she was dead.
Her heart fluttered with an indescribable feeling. She stayed in that position for a long time, only moving when her legs went numb. Slowly, she reached out and gently shut Sheng Miao's lifeless eyes.
The phone in her bag vibrated. Luo Qiangwei took it out and answered. On the other end, the man's tone was displeased, "Where did you run off to again? I've woken up, I'm hungry, I want to eat. Come to the hospital room right away."
