In the entire emergency room, there was only the bed with someone lying on it, in other words, lying under that white cloth... was Lu Jihan?
No—
She still remembered when her mother passed away, she had experienced the same scene. Her mother, lonely and icy, lay on the bed in the emergency room, covered with a white cloth, lifeless, never waking again...
And now, Lu Jihan was lying on that bed too, lonely and cold, covered completely by the white cloth...
Song Yinyin shook her head, rejecting this awareness.
She didn't know how she walked to the side of that bed; her mind buzzing, images of Lu Jihan's face seemed to appear before her eyes.
There were images of him teasing her with a mischievous smile, him angry with pursed lips, him holding their son and kissing his little cheeks, and all kinds of scenes of him and her being together...
Her eyes were red, desperately suppressing the fear inside, as she stretched out her hand to lift that white cloth...
