Bai Jing's slender hands tightly clung onto Yan Rusheng's, and subconsciously, she dug her fingernails into his flesh.
Yan Rusheng quietly sighed, for he was at a loss for words. How should he break the news that they could not stitch back her father's leg?
"Please, I'm begging you!" Bai Jing cried. She knelt down in desperation when Yan Rusheng fell silent.
Yan Rusheng scrambled to pull her up and led her to a chair. He squatted in front of her and solemnly said, "Bai Jing, listen to me. Your father's leg is beyond saving."
Bai Jing's face turned starkly white and hot tears trickled down her face in an instant.
Yan Rusheng rose and glanced at Qiao Jian with a meaningful look. Qiao Jian understood his message, and he strode to Bai Jing. He took out his handkerchief from his pockets and wiped her tears away. He consoled her with a gentle voice. "From now on, we will take care of your father. How old are you?"
