I don't know how I got back to the hospital, nor do I know how the sanatorium handled things afterward.
Gu Qianqian only knows that the woman really died, and she died on the spot!
Although she wasn't her mother, she was still a living being, and she always felt that even though the woman's death wasn't directly her fault, it was indirectly related to her.
So...
Half-hugging herself, Gu Qianqian sat alone outside the morgue, dazed. No matter how Yu Xiajing tried to comfort her, no matter what she said, it was as if she couldn't hear a thing.
She just held her knees tightly, so tightly, so tightly...
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Upon arriving, Lu Zhanbei saw this very scene.
In the coldest, dampest place, his beloved little woman was just curled up on a bench, expressionless, blankly staring.
Heartache!
The feeling of pins and needles was so clear, Lu Zhanbei hurried over, without a word, pulling her into his embrace: "Qianqian, be good... It's okay, it's okay..."
