But the only thing to be thankful for is that at the end of his life, the most important person to him was by his side.
When An Liyang finally closed his eyes, Lin Mubai had already tightly held the person in his arms, "Nannan, don't be like this, okay?"
But in the midst of grief, how can a person listen to others' comfort?
An Nan cried relentlessly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and sadness in her heart, disregarding everything around her that was now invisible to her eyes.
It wasn't until Xi Xilan stumbled in that she finally had a clear thought of her own, struggling to break free from the man's grasp behind her, as she rushed forward amid a crisp slap and an incomprehensible rebuke: "Xi Xilan, what right do you have to stand here, what face do you have to cry, is it guilt? Then where were you before?"
The one who was hit just stood there in a daze, eyes fixed on the surgical bed, with tears unshed.
