"Qiaoqiao!"
Zong Fang cradled her body and saw her hair soaked with sweat; she had grown much thinner than before, immediately turning his eyes red with unspeakable heartache. Especially when he saw her almost being bullied just now, thick murderous intent burst from within him in a flash, shattering the glass along the entire corridor.
"Qiaoqiao..."
Zong Fang held her, sobbing and weeping, stroking Qiao Suisui's soft cheek, watching her eyes closed as if she were asleep, her long eyelashes like small fans—a place he once couldn't bear to let go. But now Zong Fang was so panicked that he didn't dare to call her out loudly, fearing that his voice was too soft to wake her.
"Qiaoqiao... I'm here, will you open your eyes and look at me, please?"
"Qiaoqiao."
"Qiaoqiao..."
Zong Fang's breathing became erratic; he pressed her close to his chest, his large hand protecting her head, his eyes full of panic, murmuring to himself, "It can't be, it can't be..."
"Talk to me."
