Second Aunt's time was up, but she had a lingering wish, hoping to see Yang Qingchan one last time before her death, so she could be at peace.
Upon hearing Yang Fei's words, a deep disappointment flashed through Second Aunt's already dull eyes, and then, her gaze became increasingly unfocused...
"Mom..."
Yang Wen had been by her mother's side all along, and sensing her condition, she was instantly filled with fear and called out with a cry.
Everyone was taken aback and quickly gathered around.
Yang Hao, Huang Qiaoqiao, and Yang Dong knelt before the bed.
"Mom."
"Grandma."
"Second Aunt."
Yang Wen held her mother's hand, desperately channeling spiritual power into her mother's body.
However, she found her mother's body was like a withered stump, unable to absorb any amount of rainwater poured onto it.
In desperation, Yang Wen looked to Yang Fei for help: "Brother."
Yang Fei stood there without moving.
