Mr. Sheng watched for quite a while before finally stepping forward and walking up.
The girl on the hospital bed was pale, completely devoid of color, with her long eyelashes gently closed, her soft body weakly gasping for breath.
Looking at her like this, she seemed as still and quiet as if she were dead.
Mr. Sheng stared at Gu Lanshan's face for a long time, then he lifted his hand and gently took hold of Gu Lanshan's right hand. Her fingers were so cold that his heart trembled along with them.
Why was she so foolish, foolish enough to attempt suicide?
How could he have been so cruel, spouting such excessive words?
She must be feeling the utmost guilt inside, which is why she would use her life as compensation.
Mr. Sheng's heart was filled with regret, his fingers trembling as he held her hand. He slowly bowed his head and buried his face in the palm of her hand, a hint of moisture rising at the corners of his eyes.
