Time passed by, second by second, and the sky gradually darkened.
Chi Zaozao lay still on the bed, staring blankly, as tears quietly trickled down her cheeks, streak after streak.
Ye Que stood at the end of the corridor, also motionless, silently lost in thought.
Until, the cellphone in his pocket started ringing.
The call was from Xue Rong, who asked him, "Son, where did you take Zaozao? The bride who just got married yesterday came to see her. When will you both be back?"
Upon hearing his mother's words, Ye Que tried to speak, but felt his throat swollen and painful, choking and unable to utter a word.
"Son, son?"
Not hearing a response, Xue Rong called out several times more.
After a moment, Ye Que mustered all his strength and said, "Mom, we're at the hospital, the child… is gone."
His hoarse voice, striking Xue Rong's ears like thunder, caused the phone to slip from her hand and drop to the ground the next second.
