That one word popped up in her mind.
Her heart twitched tensely, her voice uncontrollable.
"Shaocheng, it hurts…hurts…ah…are we…are we going to die?" She struggled to speak, "Don't…don't…don't let go of me…"
Without any support, her hands could not clasp him tightly for reassurance. They could only desperately cling to his clothes. She was afraid... afraid of being abandoned at any moment…
If his hold were to loosen, she would be left alone to face everything that had suddenly befallen them.
She felt that, if she had to face this alone, she would undoubtedly die.
She hadn't lived enough…Against all odds, she had come this far with him, finally confessed her love today, and finally became his acknowledged girlfriend. Her happy days had just begun.
She hadn't yet met her birth mother, unbelievably, she hadn't even seen her birth mother or called her "mom" in person.
Mom, I'm sorry, I may never be able to call you mom again!
