Bai Qianqian suddenly burst into tears, cradling her legs as if the grief was physically excruciating, as if flesh was being torn from her. Her Baobao had left her just like that.
Bai Ruiqing watched her, on the brink of total despair and found himself also moved to tears. He carefully set his bowl on the bedside table and held her close.
Qianqian, is it true that you have begun weeping for other men now?
He couldn't stop thinking—if it weren't for his elder brother, he and Bai Qianqian would probably have been blissfully together a long time ago.
The more he thought, the more his heart ached, and the more resentful he grew of his elder brother.
Why, why has it come to this?
Bai Jingqing, just how cold-hearted can you be!?
…
As Bai Jingqing was performing surgery, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest, like a tear through his heart. His hand trembled, and the scalpel nicked a blood vessel of the patient, his face sprayed with blood.
