Watching her daughter sob uncontrollably, Tang Yuyan couldn't utter a single word.
She lowered her head, unable to hold back her tears.
In the living room, everyone fell into silence, a silence that, for Gu Qiangwei, was the most lethal and cruel answer imaginable.
Deep down, they all knew that if Qin Sijue were alive, he would have returned by now.
She closed her eyes as tears of pain overwhelmed her.
She knew that no matter how many days she waited, there would be no result.
No news is good news was merely a self-deceiving excuse she clung to.
Everyone watched her crying inconsolably, moved by her emotions, their eyes moistening and their voices choking up.
A sudden ringing, however, broke the mournful silence.
Gu Qiangwei was so engulfed in her grief that her phone had been ringing for a while before she found the strength to answer it.
It was Li Yuan who spoke, trying to use the ringing of the phone to interrupt her sorrow.
"Qiangwei, your phone is ringing."
