Su Qingsang shook her head. Her guilt and self-blame had almost disappeared before being disturbed by Zhang Mei's family today.
Now, she still felt unease. She felt bad for Zhang Mei and the baby girl who never got a chance to see the world.
She felt so bad for the mother and daughter. They were still in the morgue but none of her family, including her husband, showed a hint of sorrow. Instead, they came to the hospital and created chaos.
"Wife."
Huo Jingyao noticed that some of the attention was on Su Qingsang.
He reached out and held her in his arms protecting her from their gaze. Su Qingsang turned and looked at him.
The golden autumn sunshine was warm. His arms were strong and earnest, tightly encircled her in his arms. They gave her a great sense of security.
This sense of security lasted until she got into the car.
"Wife, you can be assured that this will all be okay."
