In the VVIP waiting area of the hospital, Song Jia was sitting on a leather couch with her head buried in her palms and her tears flowing endlessly. She couldn't stop blaming herself for the mishap that had occurred.
Wu Zhang saw her crying and felt a pang of ache in his heart. He scooted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders to only pull her closer to him.
Song Jia felt his touch and immediately buried her face in his chest, her sobs getting even louder. "Wu Zhang my father..."
"He will be alright Jia, he will be alright. But you are not allowed to lose your hopes like this." He gently rubbed her back as he tried to soothe her. "It had been a tough day for you, please rest for a while."
"It's all my fault. I... he is there because of me." Her cries showed no signs of stopping.
"It isn't your fault love. It was something inevitable, so don't blame yourself for it." He hugged her tighter.
"He will be fine, won't he?"
