Si Ye held her in his arms, his heart full of bitterness and unbearable pain.
Was what had to come, finally coming?
He just wished for a little more time, why did his mother have to fall ill so early...
Why couldn't he have a little more time to atone, to make amends for everything...
Suddenly, tears welled up in his eyes, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, dropping onto Chen Zhi's neck, disappearing quickly.
Chen Zhi's body stiffened slightly, she felt Si Ye's tears, her heart ached, and she held him even tighter.
At this moment, perhaps only Si Ye could understand her overwhelming sorrow.
Chen Xiangyu was sent into the intensive care unit, and through the glass window, Chen Zhi saw the tubes all over her body, her stomach started churning painfully.
She turned around and covered her mouth tightly, and fell into Si Ye's arms, silently shedding tears.
