After sitting for a while, until Lin Xixi's IV drip finished, Wen Meiyu helped her remove the needle. After massaging the spot on the back of her hand where the needle was, Wen Meiyu finally stood up and went downstairs.
When she reached the door, Wen Meiyu suddenly paused.
Feeling a strange sensation in her heart, Wen Meiyu turned back to look at the peacefully sleeping Lin Xixi, convinced that something was amiss.
Hesitatingly walking outside, after a few steps, Wen Meiyu suddenly spun around and returned to the bedside.
Reaching out her hand, Lin Xixi's forehead and face were already icy cold, and there was no trace of breath from her nose.
"Zonghao, Zonghao..."
Screaming desperately, Wen Meiyu hurriedly supported Lin Xixi and quickly carried her on her back.
"Zonghao, Zonghao, come quickly..."
Her voice was already tearful, and Wen Meiyu, carrying Lin Xixi, shouted loudly as she walked outside.
