Lingtuo had been standing there like a soulless puppet, completely lost. When he saw Jia Xuan faint, he rushed forward and caught her.
It took quite a while for Jia Xuan to slowly come to. When she woke up there were no tears, just a vacant stare.
Lingtuo had no desire to say anything. He held Jia Xuan in his arms, aching for her, his lips pressed tightly together.
Ruan Peifan had suffered a huge blow. He wanted to get out of bed but couldn't move. He stared blankly at Lingtuo and Jia Xuan for a long time before he finally spoke, voice shaking. He didn't dare ask Jia Xuan again, so he turned to Lingtuo instead. "Mr. Gong, Duoduo… still hasn't been found?"
Lingtuo slowly turned his head. He watched Ruan Peifan in silence for quite a while before he spoke faintly. "We found her, and we didn't."
The words carried too much meaning, but the sense was clear. Ruan Peifan understood.
Duoduo had been found, but Duoduo would never wake up again.
Duoduo was dead!
