While Tian Xia was deep in thought, she overheard the conversation inside.
Ye Qingyu had his back to her, so she couldn't see his expression, but his tone was clearly impatient: "What's wrong with you?"
Lu Er lowered her head, covering her face, sobbing and wailing, "I just fell asleep and dreamed of my poor daughter… Ye Qingyu, I dreamt of Gan Di covered in blood, saying she was in so much pain…"
That single sentence made Ye Qingyu feel a wave of guilt.
He looked at Lu Er, and after a moment said, "The bomb was extremely powerful; Gan Di would've died instantly without feeling any pain."
Tian Xia, standing outside the hospital room, couldn't help but sigh upon hearing this.
Gan Di was only four years old!
She never got to experience the beauty of this world before passing away…
Thinking of that lovely little girl, she herself felt a bit heartbroken.
The resentment towards Lu Er slightly diminished.
