Wanqing leaned against him, lifeless, her eyes slightly narrowed, filled with exhaustion.
"Tianying... I'm so tired."
"If you're tired, then rest." When Mu Tianying saw she finally acknowledged him, he let out a sigh of relief, "I'm here for you. Don't worry, I'll find out the truth."
Wanqing gazed at him mournfully, suddenly cupped his face in her hands and left a gentle kiss on his lips, as if bidding a final farewell.
She was so tired… her heart was so tired…
She knew there was a task still uncompleted, she hadn't found the person who killed her mother. Once that was done, there would be nothing holding her back…
She was really so tired…
Mom ... can I come to meet you…
Wanqing let go of him and slowly lay down.
Mu Tianying was taken aback and watched her with concern, "You... take a good rest now." He covered her with a blanket, then noticed the open window. Walking over in confusion, he suddenly felt a loss of strength in his legs.
