That day, Chi Xingye's electrocardiogram had already flatlined...
The room was filled with intense grief.
Helian Chengyan was like someone who had lost the entire world, initially sobbing softly and subsequently losing control, wailing loudly in anguish. Yet he could never accept that she had died.
Qin Chuanyou's attempts to console him were futile.
He watched as Helian Chengyan buried his face in Chi Xingye's neck, his arms holding her tightly along with the child in her arms. That seemingly unbreakable spine was now trembling with grief and despair.
Qin Chuanyou was heartbroken seeing this and worried that such holding could harm the child, who had been rescued from Chi Xingye's womb and was still very fragile.
"Chengyan, let go of Xingye first, you're holding her too tightly; the child can't breathe!" Qin Chuanyou tried to pry the child from his tight grasp.
