The parents of Zhilan finally came to their senses, hurriedly carrying Old Madam Gu onto the helicopter parked to the side. Then, Zhilan's mother went to the hospital with the helicopter, leaving Zhilan's father to take care of the people here.
On the rooftop, there were no more voices, only sobs remained.
In the early summer of the capital, this day gave everyone an unforgettable pain.
Out of nowhere, He Zhilan found the strength to suddenly shove away He Teng, who was holding her, chanting, "I need to see my child." Then, she turned and rushed downstairs, her frail body moving surprisingly swift, leaving those behind unable to catch up.
"Zhilan! Zhilan!" Everyone kept calling her name from behind, but the person who had already gone downstairs seemed oblivious.
"My child, my child, mommy's here~"
