"Ou Shaoheng is dead... he's dead..." Xia Zhisu beat his chest, then cried in his embrace.
Ling Tian'ao knew that no amount of words could comfort her heart.
Ou Shaoheng was the man she had loved before, loved for a full seven years.
Even if there were no feelings now, watching him die for her with her own eyes must be unbearably painful.
What on earth should he do for her to come out of this shadow?
Not far away, Dongye watched Xia Zhisu cry in Ling Tian'ao's arms.
His heart ached, he worried, but there was nothing he could do.
Since Ou Shaoheng's death, Xia Zhisu had hardly eaten, and Ling Tian'ao could only have Ouyang set up a nutritional drip for Xia Zhisu.
Today, because Dongye came.
Ling Tian'ao invited Dongye to stay for dinner and told Xia Zhisu, "Since Dongye is eating at our house, you should at least make an appearance and have a few bites, right?"
When it was time to eat, Xia Zhisu really came down to eat.
Ling Tian'ao helped her down.
