Ye Jingzhi looked at the corpse in front of him, unable to believe his own eyes.
Just a few days ago, he was still worrying about Ye Yazhi's marriage.
He was still thinking about how to find someone who's perfect, wealthy, powerful, of good character, cultured, and well-mannered for Ye Yazhi.
But now, Ye Yazhi had become a corpse, lying battered in front of him.
How did this happen?
Why did this happen?
His knees buckled, and he knelt beside Ye Yazhi, crying uncontrollably.
In the hospital.
Ye Qingci looked at the little one, her face full of tender smiles.
Her son was a particularly easy baby, sleeping after being fed, waking up to eat again, not crying or fussing, very easy to care for.
In the past, she and Jian Shichu were deeply in love, and Jian Shichu pampered her endlessly; she had everything she could ever want.
Back then, she thought she was the happiest woman in the world.
