An Yibei rushed to the hospital as soon as he finished work.
Pushing the door open, he saw a quivering lump under the duvet.
He had been able to keep his mind calm, until he saw this scene.
Walking up to the bed, he lifted the duvet. A red-eyed An Xiaxia looked up at him. She had huddled up in a ball, looking as fragile as an abandoned baby.
"You big baby! Stop crying! Your tears won't bring those people back!" An Yibei's voice was cold as ice.
An Xiaxia asked in a nasal voice, "Have they found… Kang Jian's body?"
An Yibei sighed. "No…"
"So, there's a chance that he's still alive?" An Xiaxia's face lit up.
An Yibei couldn't bring himself to refute her and nodded.
That chance was very slim.
