But Mu Yiliang had already realized that terrible fact from Xiao Qi's hesitant tone and sorrowful face.
The fact she had never imagined, the fact she couldn't believe no matter what...
She climbed out of bed like a wandering soul, barefoot on the carpet, opening the door and walking out.
Then, she went around to the room next door.
It was filled with people.
She saw Lan Yueru collapsed on the sofa, as if broken down, crying silently, while Housekeeper Li held her with reddened eyes, comforting her softly.
She saw Yang Ru, full of sadness and exhaustion, pacing in the corner, constantly making calls, as if still unwilling to give up on finding a way.
She also saw Qiao Yebai, standing at the foot of the bed, silent and pale.
Her gaze shifted painfully to the bed.
Xiaoze lay by the bed, his expression vacant, as if numbed by the pain.
Finally, she looked towards the head of the bed.
Yan Sijue lay there, looking extremely peaceful.
She wished so much that he was just asleep.
