Bai Jing pushed Zhang Lihong and she fell.
"Bai Jing!"
A deep voice sounded from the door, and Bai Jing froze. The voice seemed to have the power to rouse her from her hysteria. She broke down once more.
"Ahhh."
The container of porridge fell to the floor once more, and she collapsed.
The towering figure had scrambled towards her. He bent to lift her up by grabbing her arm.
Bai Jing wailed loudly, like a child who had lost her way home. Her hands clenched Yan Rusheng's shirt tightly.
A girl had just lost her only family, and her howls were heartbreaking to everyone present in the ward.
Yan Rusheng put his arm around Bai Jing to console her.
He knew that it was crueler to stop her from crying.
She could cry for as long as she needed to.
When his grandmother passed away, Xuxu had cried for days. She took a month to recover from her grief and until that very moment, she hadn't completely gotten over it.
