However, she saw Ninth Uncle's face clearly—he seemed to be crying.
She remembered that even when Ninth Uncle was injured, with wounds so gruesome and pain at its peak, he would never cry. Why was he crying now?
She reached out, wanting to wipe his tears away. Just as she extended her hand, she realized her strength was too weak, and her hand was grasped by another, broader hand.
She turned her head and saw Lu Qing.
There seemed to be blood on his face, and he looked so pale, with even a hint of sorrow.
What was he grieving for?
Oh... it seemed she had been shot, wounded in the abdomen. Would she die?
"Miao Miao, hang in there! I'll take you to the hospital!"
"Miao Miao, did you hear what I said?"
"Miao Miao, you promised you'd have a baby for me. You can't go back on your word."
Qin Miaomiao could only see his face, but his voice seemed to fade into the distance. She could only feel his deep sadness. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on his hand.
