"I didn't... Don't speak, I'm taking you to the hospital now!" Qin Feimo's heart ached as if pierced by ten thousand arrows. Holding Ma Qianqian in his arms, he intended to head to the hospital.
However, at the moment of holding her up, the slender hand of Qianqian, which had been tightly gripping his arm, slipped away.
Holding her, Qin Feimo's face froze, and his steps halted.
Looking down at the person in his arms who had already closed her eyes for a long sleep, his heart felt as if it were being gouged out by a sharp blade, waves of sharp pain.
"Qianqian?"
All that responded to him was her lifeless face.
"Qianqian? Qianqian!?"
In heart-wrenching agony, he rushed towards his car with the person in his arms.
But upon reaching the hospital, he was met with the news of her eternal slumber.
On that day, Qin Feimo was nearly devastated, falling into an irretrievable abyss.
