The people who rushed in all trembled, their faces pale, unable to believe all this—how could it end up this way, with such an outcome.
Qin Yining screamed, nearly fainting, and threw herself forward to embrace Shi Hao's body. Her eyes blurred with tears, she cried out loudly, her heart twisted with pain.
"My Hao, my dear Hao, don't die, how could this be? Mother is so sorry!"
She held Shi Hao, her body shaking, barely able to stand, thinking back on the past, remembering all the years gone by, her heart filled with pain and regret for missing so much, never being by her eldest son's side, and now having to part with him in death.
Blood flowed from Shi Hao's chest; he was about to die. He too felt sorrowful, not wanting to leave all this behind, comforting his mother not to be sad.
"My Hao, don't leave Mother, don't die, please don't…"
