A week has passed, and already hundreds have come seeking the hefty reward.
Yet, not a single person has been successfully matched.
Meanwhile, Qiao An's condition worsens day by day, forcing her to undergo chemotherapy.
During the first session, Qiao An's face was expressionless, her gaze vacant, as if she were a puppet whose soul had been drained.
Regardless of how people around her spoke to her, she turned a deaf ear.
She was trapped in her own world, unable to extricate herself.
Qiao An threw herself into Bo Wenze's arms, sobbing in agony.
Bo Wenze's eyes were moist; seeing his daughter like this was hard for him to bear.
He wished he could take on her pain himself.
Lu Meng wiped away tears incessantly, choking as she said, "Sister-in-law, could you say something? I'm really scared when you're like this…"
"Mama..." Little Nuomi's tears, as big as beans, fell one by one.
Her small hand reached out to grasp hers, stopping halfway, not daring to make contact.
