Wesley was still in his groom's suit, stained with blood. Lu Xiaojiu and Lu Bai were also waiting at the emergency room door. Qiao Xia was completely at a loss, yet forced herself to calm down; the moment she thought of Xiao Qiao inside, she couldn't control her tears.
Ever since she'd known Xiao Qiao, how many times had Xiao Qiao gone into the operating room? She could hardly even count anymore.
Such a cute, bright girl, yet she kept hovering at death's door again and again.
Her little sister.
Her little sister!
"I'm sorry!" Wesley said. This was the sentence he owed Qiao Xia.
Qiao Xia shook her head, her mood desperate, on the verge of collapse, but she still hadn't lost her reason. She knew that in that kind of situation, every decision Wesley made was crucial; every single decision determined whether Xiao Qiao lived or died.
