Tang Zhong had never felt so helpless as he did today!
Looking at Jiang Weiwei lying motionless on the ground, he was utterly devastated.
In the past, he had imagined countless times what life would be like together with Weiwei—how enviable it would be to outsiders. But now, Weiwei had left.
Tang Zhong didn't want to believe it was true, yet Weiwei quietly lay there, completely still.
"Weiwei!" Tang Zhong could no longer hold back.
He rushed forward with all his strength.
There's a saying: men don't cry, but only because they haven't faced heartbreak yet.
Now, Tang Zhong had reached that point. Looking at Jiang Weiwei's lifeless body, his heart trembled, his throat choked incessantly.
It was true—Jiang Weiwei had drifted into eternal sleep.
"Weiwei, get up!"
"Wake up, please! I'm right here waiting for you—can you not sleep any longer?"
