A violent crash tore through the sky, and Tang Yuyan's slender body was flung several meters away. When she hit the ground, her blurred consciousness only registered the noisy clamor of people, the bustling metropolis gradually disappearing from her sight, and the slim silhouette in her mind.
"Weiwei..."
Ultimately, her strong consciousness couldn't withstand the intense pain of her head striking the ground, nor could she escape the injustice dealt by God…
In the moment her eyes weakly closed, Tang Yuyan thought she was going to die.
What she couldn't bear to leave behind, what she couldn't let go of, was her daughter, who was still in elementary school…
"Weiwei..."
Helpless tears slid down the corners of her eyes.
At the bedside in the hospital, Nangong Mingchuan didn't know exactly what was wrong with his wife, but seeing the tears in her eyes, his heart also ached as if pricked by needles.
"Yuyan?"
