eve his ghost stories. She wasn't particularly deep sleeper, so if he had really called her, she couldn't have missed it. However, there was no denying that last night was the best sleep she'd had in...The child was not saved.

The lights in the hospital corridor shone on Huo Mingzheng's face, which had lost its color for a moment. The instant these five words pierced his heart, the veins on his temples swelled abruptly. Qin Heng instinctively reached out to support him, but he waved his hand away.

His raspy voice was struggling to contain the emotion that could destroy a person.

"What about her"

The jade ring on his left thumb broke with a sharp sound, clattering to the ground.

It had cracks from the beginning and ultimately couldn't withstand the intense pressure, shattering to pieces.

The middle-aged female doctor was startled and her face paled, but she still forced herself to answer calmly, "She's still very weak and asleep. She'll wake up in about an hour."

Qin Heng said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The doctor apologized again and left.

Ji Lin helplessly dropped his hands, then suddenly crouched on the ground, burying his head in his hands and letting out a long sigh. "How could this be"

Ho Mingzheng's aura was heavy and oppressive, like the bottom of a bottomless abyss, threatening to drag everything into its depths.

"A-Zheng..." Qin Heng was truly worried about Huo Mingzheng's current state. Besides his initial reaction, he hadn't shown any other signs of life. It was as if he had completely let go of the child's passing, but Qin Heng knew that wasn't true.

He is suppressing himself.

The more placid the surface, the fiercer the oppression becomes, and the backlash will be the most severe.

Qin Heng worried that if this continued, he wouldn't be able to hold on.

"I'll wait for her to come out," he said.

After half an hour of observation, Fu Yan was lying on the bed and being pushed out of the emergency room by a nurse. Huo Mingzheng instinctively took a step forward, and Ji Lin stepped forward to block him, "She wouldn't want to see you, get lost!"

"Season's Greetings." Fu Hanlin grabbed his arm.

Some things should be said to him personally.

Ji Lin looked at Huo Mingzheng's eyes and sarcastically said, "There's nothing to say between Fu Yan and him."

"That's between her and me," Huo Mingzheng said, his dark eyes cold and distant, each word measured. "It has nothing to do with you."

Fu Hanlin held onto his arm tightly.

Ji Lin gritted his teeth, angrily yanked his hand away, and strode to the end of the corridor. He went to the stairwell and slammed the door shut with a bang.

His fingers trembled as he pulled out a cigarette pack from his pocket. He hadn't smoked in ages, this pack was given to him by Qin Heng just moments ago when he'd been so furious with Huo Mingzheng that he wanted to kill him, meant to calm him down.

He was a little choked up, coughed a few times, and his eyes were red.

The child is gone.

Fù Xiǎoyān woke up. How should he face her How should he talk to her

He clearly said he would protect her and the children.

That's what Fu Yan cared about most, because with hope, she was full of hope for the future. She said she would work hard to learn how to be a good mother.

He kicked the wall with all his might and cursed himself: "Ji Lin, you **ing idiot!"

You betrayed Fu Yan's trust so much. You couldn't even protect her child! You are such a pathetic friend!

The door to the stairwell was pushed open and then closed.

Ji Lin didn't raise his head. One hand took the cigarette case and lighter from him. After a while, the sound of a lighter clicking came from the quiet stairwell.

Ji Lincai slowly raised his eyes to look. Fu Hanlin's whole face was immersed in darkness, without any expression, only white smoke slowly drifting out.

......head of the cane, and his tone was slightly more conciliatory than before."Just a mere Fu Yanhe and Song Qing霜, is it worth your trouble to mobilize so many people and turn the entire South City upsid...