The heart shattered into pieces, the pain so intense it numbed the senses.
"Yi... Mo..." All the words were stuck in the throat, so many things to say to Xiang Yimo, yet not a single word could be uttered.
"Yimo... Yimo!" Zhong Lingling's voice was hoarse, as if it had cracked open.
She kept calling Xiang Yimo's name, incessantly.
She held the corpse's hand tightly, because she knew it was Yimo, the man she loved dearly, she didn't feel frightened at all.
Just heartbroken, heartbreak to the extreme!
Everyone present was moved to tears by Zhong Lingling's behavior!
"Lingling, don't be like this, it's almost time, you have to let go!" Shen Zhixuan grasped Zhong Lingling's shoulders tightly.
But Zhong Lingling clung to the corpse's hand stubbornly, unwilling to let go!
"Brother! What should I do! Without Yimo, how am I supposed to live the days to come!"
Zhong Lingling was trembling all over!
