Standing outside the emergency room, Chen Zhi leaned against Si Ye's chest, motionless.
She hadn't shown too much sorrow because she was afraid to be sad.
She didn't know her mother's condition, so she couldn't cry randomly or think negatively.
Even though she didn't show it, Si Ye knew how scared and worried she was. Her legs had been trembling constantly, and only by leaning against him could she support herself.
Si Ye held her tightly. In truth, he also needed her to lean on to stand firm as a rock.
"Don't worry, mom will be okay," he whispered softly on top of her head, comforting both her and himself.
A wave of sadness crossed Chen Zhi's eyes, "Mom's health was fine, she was doing well, so why did she suddenly collapse?"
Si Ye's pupils constricted slightly, a sharp pain piercing his heart. He couldn't tell her that the mother's illness was all his fault.
Everything was his fault…
