He died, didn’t he? How could he possibly be dead...
An Ruo felt her heart was in so much pain, it was as if she herself was dying. Her hand suddenly dropped, no longer holding the strength to lift again.
Her cell phone fell to the ground, and she stood there blankly, her mind completely empty, everything before her eyes a blinding white, unable to see anything.
She murmured his name, then her vision turned dark, and she fainted suddenly, collapsing to the floor.
"Miss An!" Aunt Zhou couldn’t help but scream in alarm.
An Ruo had a very long dream.
In the dream, Tang Yuchen told her he loved her and would never leave her. But in the next instant, a bullet suddenly struck his chest, he fell into the sea, and vanished without a trace.
She was terrified and looked for him everywhere, calling out his name, crying for him to come back, but he never reappeared.
In her dream, she kept searching for him, her heart aching and grieving relentlessly.
She didn’t want to wake up, just looking for his shadow in the dream, as if finding him there would prove he was still alive.
She didn’t know how long she had slept when she heard someone calling her name beside her ear.
Groggily opening her eyes, she saw Aunt Zhou’s worried face.
"Miss An, you finally woke up. How are you feeling now?" she asked with concern.
An Ruo blinked, realizing she was lying in her bedroom, an IV needle inserted into her hand, dripping fluids.
"What happened to me?"
"You fainted and have been unconscious for a day and a night. How are you feeling now? If you are really unwell, we should go to the hospital."
An Ruo shook her head, "No need."
She closed her eyes in pain, and tears inevitably fell from the corners of her eyes. It wasn’t a dream; Tang Yuchen had truly been in an accident.
Her heart hurt so much, she wished she could die immediately.
Aunt Zhou also knew the truth of what had happened, that Young Master had had an accident, and she too was very upset. But her sadness couldn’t compare with An Ruo’s grief.
"Miss An, I know your heart is hurting, but please try not to be too sad. Take care not to harm your health... Young Master, he still needs your care..."
Even Aunt Zhou was saying this, could she hold on to any hope?
Tang Yuchen was indeed in trouble, could he already be dead?
He must be dead, shot in the heart, falling into the sea; what chance did he have of surviving?
Their child surviving death was a conspiracy, but Tang Yuchen getting shot in the heart—that couldn’t be fake.
This time, there wouldn’t be another miracle, would there?
An Ruo felt so desperate, her heart torn apart in pain, truly experiencing the agony as if her heart was being carved by knives.
She held onto the covers tightly, her face buried in the pillow, biting her lip, emitting pained sobs.
No matter how Aunt Zhou tried to comfort her, she couldn’t hear it.