Sang Qianqian seemed to have fallen into a cold, dark abyss. Her body and soul seemed to be floating and sinking. The only thing she could feel was Shen Hanyu's hand, which she was holding tightly.
When Shen Hanyu was pushed into the emergency room, she was pulled away by the medical staff. The last bit of hope she felt from his palm seemed to have disappeared.
Her body sunk to the bottom, as if she had been hit by a heavy blow. Sang Qianqian felt as if she was being torn apart as a sharp and intense pain attacked her body and mind.
"Qianqian!"
Sang Minglang anxiously held onto the tottering Sang Qianqian and helped her sit on the long bench at the side.
Sang Qianqian looked as if she had lost her soul. Her face was completely pale and her eyes were staring straight ahead, empty and without any spirit.
