Su Xiaomeng sat on the cold tiled floor, overwhelmed with grief, one hand clutching her chest, the other covering her face.
The sorrow of the whole world seemed to be pressing down on her alone, tearing her heart apart, soaking it in brine.
This was not what she had imagined...
She thought he had his own schemes and plans, and that was why he refused to appear. She thought his calculations included hiding the truth from her...
She thought that in these two months, if he hadn't died, he would surely be no different from an ordinary person.
Yet...
What... does this mean...?
He lay there like a dead man... What on earth does this mean...
The medical tubes inserted into his body, the medical equipment connected to him, and the breathing mask tightly covering his nose and mouth...
Seemed to lock away his life, his soul.
Su Xiaomeng felt her body getting colder and colder, shrinking and shivering...
