Jing Si's lips carried a hint of a smile, although it was a stiff one.
But she still forced a smile, her eyes not lacking warmth and vitality, as if she suddenly came to life.
She said: Anan, but I can't get up.
I can't get up.
These few words shattered Gu Yi'an's heart in an instant.
What does it feel like to have your heart break into pieces and scatter all over the place?
Unbearable pain.
Gu Yi'an felt that her life was truly too dramatic, every time she thought she was enduring the most extreme suffering, there was always a next time, more painful than anything before.
Heart-wrenching, agonizing.
Gu Yi'an didn't even know how to describe her mood at this moment, nor did she know how to relieve the pain on her body.
So painful, so painful, is there an end?
