After hanging up the phone, Mu Xinlan held the phone in her hand, looked at Cheng Zhiming, and after a while, said, "Eiran, Shuyi asked me to go pick up Angel. She said her body can't hold on any longer..."
Cheng Zhiming just frowned without responding. She sighed, held his hand, and said, "Eiran, even if you hate her, she's about to die now. Forgive her, don't let her leave with regrets!"
Seeing the plea in her eyes, Cheng Zhiming nodded after a while and replied, "I understand!"
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After finishing the call with Mu Xinlan, Pan Shuyi stood quietly in the room for a few minutes before walking to Angel's bed and looking at her, tears uncontrollably sliding down her cheeks.
She thought she should have run out of tears long ago, but seeing Angel, she couldn't help but cry.
This was the last time she would see Angel. She didn't dare to reach out and touch Angel's little face, fearing she might wake her up and wouldn't be able to leave.
